I realized it was the one that was missing from the mantel in the living room. I looked at it closely and recognized Alan in the background. So Al...n knew Randall Beckwith before he died! I was afraid I was running out of time so I left the way I entered. I called Beckey as I was driving away and told her I was going to be a little late but I had news for her. At the restaurant I told her that I had tracked Alan to Mexico but the trail went cold and there was nothing more I could do. I decided my search wasn't getting me anywhere and found a bench to sitdown, I must of thought I could wait this dream out until I woke up.I sit at the bench for what seems like only a few minutes, but already acrowd of girls have surrounded me. They all look around seventeen oreighteen, I didn't ask them, but they did remind me of the 'Plastic'girls from the film Mean Girls, all look beautiful and quite chatty,talking about girly things that I didn't care about.None of the girls talked to me. ”Oddly I found the more agitated he became, the easier it was for me to remain calm. “But that’s not all, is it?”His profile turned up to the hazy moon and he let out a long, wistful sigh. “Delighted. And at least twenty years younger..." Enough to take that skinny dip you always wanted?" I broke in.He smiled. "Your mother is right, Fiona. Your mind is a steel trap. I have to be more careful what I say to you."Inwardly I cursed myself. Mother? Now he'd never come near me.He fell silent,. I decided to get out of bed and check it out. I was wearing nothing more than a pair of white boy shorts and a pink T-Shirt which fit against my “c” cup sized breasts very tightly. I moved cautiously for fear of the unknown. I made it to the window and froze. There outside my house in the pasture was a flying object. It was hovering a few feet off the ground. It wasn’t a plane and neither was it a helicopter. The craft was spinning counter clockwise and glowed like a bright orb. I gasped when I.