I climbed to the roof watching her the whole time and as I worked I snuck a peek at her every chance I got. When I heard her call my name, I looked to...see her standing at the bottom of the ladder. "Johnny, would you like to join me in a cold drink, I know that if I'm hot and thirsty, you must be as well." I noticed she had still not rehooked her top and was holding it with her arms against her sides. In the kitchen she reached up to get the glasses and her top fell to the ground. "Oh that is so. Arrived at home, I tried to get in touch with some old buddies. Some of them were about to arrive back home just like me. The first message to come was from my best friend Ben: “Hey dude! It's been way too long! Usual place, usual time!” He had become sergeant for the fusiliers. We knew there would be a lot to talk about. The usual place was our favorite rock music bar. It was nothing special, just a regular bar where you could drink the regular beer, and play the regular games like pinball,. You figured it was your chance to be a little cheeky with the old fart, "Since this is done, I think I should get tomorrow off."You were ready for a displeased "hmph" but not what you got, which was blinding pain behind your eyes. It was so intense your vision started to close in, and you had to brace yourself against the desk to stay on your feet.After a few seconds, the pain started to clear and you were left panting for breath, wondering about a quick trip to the emergency room."You okay?. Oh shit, never mind. So you’ll help me?”Angela shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Friday sounds good,” I told her.I was sure the clocks around the world had all stopped sometime early Wednesday morning, then restarted at a painfully slow crawl. It seemed forever till Friday finally came. But it finally did and we were now standing on the.