She laughed at his antics. “My surname is ... um? I live at flat thingy, no. 21, or is it 22 ... it won’t come, and I work for ... I can’t recal... any of that!”“Exactly. This memory loss appears to be a side effect of whatever process brought you here. Did you bring anything with you? Everyone else did.”“Everyone else? It is not just me?”John found himself looking over her shoulder at the survival knife that had appeared with her. He wondered if that was all, then belatedly answered her.“No.. Fisher. But, she’s older than my mother! Of course, what was I even thinking? She wouldn’t want some young, unemployed lad anyway.Once home, my Mum had things for me to do, after she briefly questioned me about what I did over at Mrs. Fisher’s. I told her about the taps, and of course about me turning down the offer of money. I didn’t tell her that the woman gave me one hell of a boner. The rest of the weekend went well. I went out with my friends Saturday night, only down to the Queen Inn in. "You may have had too much to drink yesterday butat least I was able to wash off your makeup, set your hair and get youinto some pajamas. Now we've got much to do that wasn't planned solet's get you undressed and cleaned up as the crew is already on theway up." Crew?" said Nate as she was wiggling the dress off him. "What crew?" Well the morning shoot crew that we're now a part of," said Maxinetaking the dress from his ankles. "You hired me to do your makeup aswell as help dress you but the. "Maria, can we go to the market and I can show you where they keep the nice ribbons for the hair. You need a red ribbon to show the world how beautiful you are with your hair pulled back."My consort Mister Jolly, I guess I should start calling him Mister Andre, just looked over at us with some degree of amusement in his eyes and I knew he had no objections.Marcel was only about nineteen but he had that sort of masculine maturity that would have looked well on a Hollywood aspiring actor. I could.