“Are you all right dear? Here, come and sit down for a moment.” Mrs Faulkner took the cup from Ginny, then led her gently to the chair. She sat, d...zed. “Maxwell. Maxwell Blackburn?” “Yes,” he sneered. “Yes, that’s me. Does the name ring a bell, Ginny?” He leaned forward in the chair. “Oh, yes. It rings a bell.” Her grip on her neighbours wrinkled hand tightened. “Are you all right dear? Please tell me what’s wrong?” Ginny stared into her friend’s concerned face. “I’m okay Mrs Faulkner. It’s. 'Here goes' he muttered as he cruised down the suburban road to meet the beginning of the bike track just a short distance from where he lived.The kilometres slipped away as his speed gauge hit at some time just under forty kilometres an hour. 'At this rate I'm be back within a couple of hours', he muttered to himself as he stopped for a drink after a slight climb. Before him was the branch in the track that took him through a section of bush, it was the only part of the track that wasn't. "That's a relief," he said pretending to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Although I must admit I don't think I've ever had this much trouble just getting a girl to sit down with me for a drink." Some kind of super stud, huh?" she snarled and pushed back her chair preparing to stand up."Don't I wish," he said with an exaggerated sigh while making no move to stop her. His lack of aggression caused her to pause for a moment, ready to stand and leave but not doing it quite yet. "No, while my overly. That was a reaction to the adrenalin. The rush of action. The fact that it happened afterwards instead of during your performance is very good. You have remarkable focus." "Thank you. Your words helped." "Ma'am, I've asked that you be left alone during this flight so this could happen. You'll be with children soon and they need to see you composed and, if possible, relaxed. The Red Queen has decreed that all of the members of the Red Council will have full time bodyguards when traveling on.