"I was thinking 'Mary who?' then recognised the voice, Mary Jones, my husband's secretary."What's wrong, has something happened to Mike?" No, nothing ...ike that, we need to talk, be at the Lotus Blossom restaurant at twelve." Talk? What about?" I can't explain now, twelve o'clock, it's important."I heard the click as she broke the connection and was left holding the phone while I tried to get my mind working.I stumbled into the bathroom, used the toilet then stood at the sink cleaning my teeth. . Good night to you all!”Running towards us was Phyllis, the birthday girl’s Mom, asking, “Can you please go on for another hour?”“Our contract was for two hours, Ms. Jefferson. We could go on at $300 per hour, but we need to be paid for our contract first?”“So, this is all about money, young man?” she was quick to remark with her hands on her hips.“No, Ma’am! This is business and I have nine people to pay. Your husband works for a paycheck, so you can hire people to play music for your. ”“Well, I’ve established a good working relationship with Greg and Jeff, a friendly one too, and I know all the drivers’ and mechanics’ names and am beginning to get to know them properly as well.”“Good for you. How do you find them?”“Well, they all seem to be proficient drivers who look after their vehicles. Of course there are all sorts of different characters: shy ones, chatterboxes given a chance, clowns, grumblers like Happy and even a few flirts.” She grinned.So did he. “Hardly surprising. And in the morning he found that he had indeed changed in his physicalappearance. His clothes felt slightly large upon him, and the hair uponhis chest, arms, and legs had thinned considerably. Most noticeable ofall, his hair - which had previously been respectably cut and a lightshade of brown - was now a dark shade of blonde and fell to his collar,curling somewhat as it did.Excited by these changes in him, though not yet fully appreciating whatthey meant, Stephen started his journey back to.