Lyda snapped aswitch on the wall, and the space was illuminated with a dull glow fromthe bulb above them. They were surrounded by the usual assortment...ofunopened boxes and dusty shelves.Lyda put her hands on her hips. She was clearly annoyed, but a littleintrigued by Josh all the same. "So whattya want? And don't try to rapeme or anything. If I screamed, everybody in the store would hear."Josh swallowed his spit. The words wouldn't come out of his mouth. Hedidn't even know what he wanted to. I was sent back a hundred years in time to serve as a bodyguard for a child who would become the president of the United States. The political regime of my time wanted to assure that nothing happened to the man who created the world as I knew it.”“You were sent back to protect Ed Taylor?” Jane asked.“No. I killed the guy who was the 44th president in my timeline,” Jack answered with a smile. “He was ten when I strangled him.”Horrified by his casual admission of killing a child, she knew that he. He calmly spoke despite looking in obvious discomfort from being so wet. Excuse me sir my name is kieran and I'm from a local double glazing company.... I cut him short and told him I already have double glazing as you can tell your standing in my porch. He looked a little sad and said he had noticed and was really using it as an excuse as I had shelter to get out of the rain as the last 15 people just shooed him away. I looked him up and down and felt a little pity on him as the rain lashed. Peeking out of the corner of sullen lashes, I realize He has truly gone without a trace. I can still see the surreal image of His face burned into my mind. I nearly want to cry. Not once did He even smile at me, just gazed upon me all the while I had so boldly tried to beguile him from across the fire. Had I only imagined the desire I thought I had seen raging in His eyes? A week has passed but I am still moody and brood over the Man with the Drum. I shun the attention of yet another hopeful.