Of fear? Was that what I felt and exhibited? I had been so preoccupied with serving the two new Masters that I had not given much thought to the man w...o started it all. Now they had hooked up a camera to the Internet and once he positioned himself in front of the camera on the other end, and I looked up, I would be looking at the face of my original Master in South Africa.I must have looked even more foolish than usual…my two sub-Masters were giggling softly at my reaction. Here I was. Quickly, she dropped down onto her seat and strapped herself in. "Canopy closed."She had to go. There had to be no witnesses."Return sequence initiate," The black panel in front of her lit up and she could feel the engine charging up behind her, "Go, go, go. Jump!"The time machine disappeared and began its journey back home.The girl closed her eyes and slumped back into her padded seat. She had done it. All the research and study had been worth it. She had taken him from his time and he would. "It's such a lovely morning." We'll get a taxi. I'm exhausted," his wife barked back. "I barely got a wink of sleep on the train last night." Her husband dutifully joined the long queue waiting for cabs and half-an-hour later they pulled up outside the Kershaw's apartment block, behind the famous Prado art gallery."And don't tip him, Maurice." Why ever not?" Because he didn't open the door for me to get in at the station."The elderly woman lumbered into the building's entrance hall, leaving her. John thought he might have to teach her just what silk scarves were for.John took a giant stag which looked like a cross between an elk and a moose, but without the moose's nose. He seemed to remember seeing a picture of an 'Irish Stag' but he was sure he wasn't in Ireland, no matter what year it was. He couldn't remember when such an animal might have existed, but shrugged it off as not really important. As long as he didn't meet up with a saber-toothed lion, or a cave bear or an enraged.