I looked up the bar at the rest of the patrons. They looked slightly fuzzy... like a force barrier of some sort had formed between us and them.“They...can’t see us,” Fred said. “They can’t hear us either.”He then smiled at me and said, “Shall we go upstairs?”As I went up the steps, I kept thinking that Jack’s Place didn’t look like it had a second story from out front. That should have tipped me off, but I was already starting to think below the belt like any spacer on leave.The second floor was. Time had gone on and I survived one day at a time not really moving forward but closer to only doing one thing and that was taking care of my son the only way I knew how. The way I had always done it from the day he was born. The way my now ex wife never could handle. It is now Oct 22nd of 2010 at 1 am (3 years approximately after the divorce) and we have managed to get to being friends and she does talk to her son about once or twice a week for about 5 to 10 min. Pam thinks she is a good. I would love to." I followed him to the back and as he walked by the front door he put up a sign that said "be back soon". He took me up the stairs to the top floor that seemed to have a lot of furniture stockpiled and then around to a small room with a couch and table. "So what do i gotta do to get in your pants?" he asked suddenly. I turned blood red and started stuttering..."nuh nothing major...ah I came her because I thought you might be interested in a guy like me and I really want you to. They made it to Swindon House in one piece, but Josie's thanks to Vince Brennan lacked conviction, even in her own ears.After a light supper in a neighbourhood restaurant, Josie went to bed early. She actually slept like a baby for ten hours, her longest sleep in eight months. She felt very ready to do some serious sightseeing when Roland picked her up at nine o'clock.They visited the Tower of London, the Tower Bridge, the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's Cathedral, Trafalgar.