‘I think it’s July, Year of Our Lord, 1876. I know it’s 1876, but I’m not sure if it’s July — could be June. A body kinda loses track o’...time out here.’ Despite what I’d already figured out, the shock of having it confirmed must have shown on my face and in my body language. I think I muttered, ‘1876… then it really is Grandpa Henry… how…?’ Grandpa Henry may have heard me, but I’m sure he saw my reaction. He paled a bit then seemed to get a grip and took control. From the way he did, it was. There wouldn't have been anything to notice."In TransitionDamian arrived in Transition and immediately caused a controversy. He hadn't intended it that way. He had, in fact, been stunned nearly speechless when he had come to Transition not long after Jim. Jim, who had jumped off the cliff as if he could fly while Damian watched. Hurt and betrayed, Damian had drunk himself blind and driven his motorcycle straight into the side of a truck.He now found himself at the trident of the afterlife.. ‘You got company?’ Desmond asked as he walked across and threw open the door to the adjoining room. ‘No, no company,’ he said, staring around. ‘But it looks like you are expecting some. So we better finalise our business before we’re interrupted.’ He walked away from Katherine’s view into the larger room. She saw Mario forlornly look around and then seem to accept the position. The two men in the ill fitting dark suits ushered him to follow Desmond and gently pulled the door closed behind. "No. Completely the opposite. It came to me suddenly. You let me make all the choices about colours in the house, now we are talking about the garden, and you are asking for my opinion and listening to me. That is a new experience for me. He." As she referred to Aubrey now, "would make decisions and then inform me." She wandered away a little then turned with that irrepressible grin on her face."We must have a secluded area in this garden, because now I have this all-over tan, I want to keep.