"Well, not exactly. I mean yes, in a sense? It's very simple, I even wrote a layman's explanation for this very occasion." He grabbed a sheet of lined...paper that was sitting on his desk nearby, straightening it out in the process. "The RTMD, as I've come to call it," he began to read, "is a device for rewriting the past. Your regrets, obliterated in an instant, as you take control of your own destiny. Quite simply, a living creature is placed inside the device, you enter what specific genetic. "Come on Mary, we will soon find out exactly where we are; there is a big fire over in the south-west." How can you tell which way to go in all this," suggesting with two hands the woods."When we get back you will know these woods better than your own home. Get that pack on and follow me and keep as quiet as possible."For four hours I moved in a south-westerly direction, only occasionally glancing back to see if Mary was following. Then just ahead the trees became thinner and I could see what. Eric suggested the best plan would be to clear the unwanted growth, make a plan with the keepable trees and shrubs on it and go from there. "It will take at least a week to get the ground more or less clear, more if we have to cart all the debris over to the dump at Hallerton. Will you have any objection to us burning it on site, provided we take the usual precautions?" Can't you chip the woody bits and compost the soft material?" Heather asked and added they were going to try and be as organic. " "Yes Master." She said, smiling and slipping her blouse back on. "Master?" she began, "When I try to refuse you, or when you move away from me, I seem to get a terrible pain in my head. I don't enjoy being sick. So, can we go to my house or yours, and eat some dinner? Maybe can talk and experiment and figure out what we are going to do." "That's fine, but there is a football game on right now that I want to see, so unless you have a large screen TV, let's go to my house." .