Sure enough, we didn't need to knock. It was Jeanie that answered, though.She took one look at Jessica and started to say something.My father interrup...ed."Jeanie, isn't it? If you're her mother then you might, and I say might, have something to say. Otherwise, I'd suggest you stay out of it."Jeanie looked at him and her mouth dropped open.He took Jessica by the shoulders and steered her to the living room. Looking around, he asked, "Where's Theresa?" In her room crying," Jeanie said."Well, I. Instead, he lowered my hips gently back down onto the mattress. I struggled to breathe, to keep my heart from beating its way out of my chest. My body vibrated from the effort to hold itself together. Any twitch, any kind of movement, caused me to squeal and moan and arch my back. He climbed up beside me and pried my mouth open to remove my makeshift gag and flung it across the room. My mouth was dry and tasted like cotton, but he fixed that pretty quickly by leaning down to kiss me. No. ?Don’t worry. It won’t be strenuous,? she replied. ?At least not for you.? She tried to speak with a light, confident tone and almost succeeded, but he could hear a quaver of fear pushing through. ?We’re going to be a little bit country and a little bit city today.?He waved the envelopes and said, ?When do I open Number One???We’ll take my car, but you have to drive.? She locked her front door, then handed him her keys.He was miffed that she had not answered his question directly, but told. He finally looked down at his hands. Did I change history? Was I there, did this happen? Torin remembered the panel inside the closet and he flung open the door. He pushed where he saw his father push but nothing happened. Discontented he went to grab his pack as he heard a familiar click and the sound of a piece of wood falling over. Could it be true? He slowly turned and looked into the closet, seeing that it was true, there was a small dirk and a piece of parchment. Torin reached into the.