“Donald, could I talk to you for a few minutes?” Mary asked me as she stood almost shaking at my door. I was a bit surprised that she knew my nam....I invited her into my room, planning on keeping the door open, but when she entered, she closed it behind her. She went and sat on my bed, and I turned my desk chair to face her.“What can I do for you? And perhaps to start, what is your name?” I asked her, as until then, I recognized her from the past year but had no idea who she was.“My name is. Rebecca glanced at the door as well, and cocked her head. “This is crazy,” she muttered. “I can’t remember everything my older self said.” Younger-Rebecca stared at her, open-mouthed. “This must be one of those paradox thingies,” she muttered. “Do you know who I am, Rebecca?”Not awaiting an answer, she stepped away from the gate. “Don’t go through here,” she warned as Younger-Rebecca’s eyes flashed to the thin-lined, floating oval. Crossing to the bedroom door, she continued: “I’m going. "So glad you could come. Did you have anice trip?" Thank you, Pen," said Jean, nudging her daughter before her. "It'sbeen too long. And we've had a lovely drive down, thank you. Haven'twe, Rebecca?" Yes, Mummy," the sweet little sissy replied. "Thank you very muchfor inviting us, Auntie." Aw how lovely, sweetheart," I said, kissing her sweet little rosycheek. "Let me take your coats. Auntie has a nice tea ready for you."I took Jean's rather smart velvet trimmed coat and Rebecca's sweetlittle. “I think I’ll just wait here,” she called back."Suit yourself.” She smiled absently and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. The navy linen looked cool and inviting. She knew the pillows would smell of him. Grace nibbled on her lower lip and weighed up her options. Should she undress and climb in, or wait until he came out of the shower? She decided lying naked under the covers appealed to her more than sitting here growing increasingly nervous. Grace stood and moved into the.