"Magenta? My make-up? Janet had called me Magenta. I sat there thinking ashe expertly applied the make-up before kissing me again and disappearing.I s...ill had an erection. Here I was in the gents toilet dressed as a French maid wearing lipstickand holding a rucksack with my wet clothes in. No I had lost my clothesand it was just as well that I had put my valuables in the rucksack. I looked sexy and I would have being trying to chat up this stunningwoman in no time if I hadn't registered that I. "You have a horse?" they asked in my mind, intrigued. "We have heard of horses, but don't know what they are like. They are supposed to have four feet. How do they do that?" I pictured a horse in my mind so they could see it in theirs."A curious looking creature," they both replied."Would you like to leave here?" I asked them again, and saw a frown cross their faces."When we looked out the window, it was so large out there. We aren't sure that we can get used to all of that space. Our room here. Just then there was another gout of flame from above, which let me know where one of the dragons was at least. A plan formed in my head and I made as much noise as I could backtracking down the passage the way I had just come.Once I was satisfied that at least one of the dragons had followed me, I set off at a run for the second rope bridge. There was no time to hesitate and I burst from the passageway onto the bridge at full speed.A glance downwards confirmed that there were indeed snakes. After a long series of tests, the oncologist sat with me and Cliff. He had flown in to be with me for the final diagnosis.“You have at most six months,” the doctor said.“I will last twelve,” I answered. “There is something I have to do.”“We can extend things a little,” he replied, “but it would be harder on your body than the cancer itself.”“Then I will opt for... palliative care, I think you called it,” I said firmly. “And I will make it through to next Halloween.”My son, Cliff, turned to me.