"THE Lani ... the Lani in the journal?" Yes. I am. Please sit down, all of you. I have much to say."We sat, Lelani sharing a couch with me and putting...her arm around me. Then the old woman settled back and began to speak."It is a miracle that you have come. It is true what the journal says. It all happened, just as your grandfather told it. The moment I saw the photo, I knew, but then I read the entry, and there is no question."Philip, I think you have guessed that the man who wrote this. Different. It was like all the imperfections and hard edges which I had seen were gone. I wasn't Lesley's memory of me at all. I was somehow her idealized version."So, do I get to call you, "tits" now?" Trish had come up beside me as I gaped in the mirror. Dark hair, pale face. I felt like I was somehow what Eimear had always wished she was. What Lesley had always wished her lover was."Fuck y ... sorry ... just a bit..." I snarled out, before checking the hostile impulse. I had called Trish. I was just at that stage between girl and woman where I loved to pretend to be older than I was, but at the same time I liked to play with dolls.Then came the day Ken asked me to go to the school dance. Ken was seventeen and a junior in high school. I was thrilled that such a "man" would ask me out. I asked my parents if I could go and their answer was an emphatic NO! I was too young to be able to even think about dating. I could start maybe when I was sixteen or seventeen. But I was a. " he turned as if to exit the store.The Wizard was impressed. No "How do you know my name?" or any of the other usual questions he got when people first met him. So confident in his own abilities that even though he'd instantly accepted the existence of magic, he felt he didn't need it. Arrogance there, but maybe somewhat deserved. Intelligence off the scale here, as well as charisma. The potential was great - whether for good or evil was yet to be determined. Sadly, the wizard knew that,.