It can’t be. I’m dreaming. You aren’t real.“I’m real. It is you...”Miranda, it’s the day they shot President Lincoln!“What? No! They c...n’t. Who?”An actor. John Wilkes Booth.“But we’ve just won the war. Lee surrendered. That’s why we are traveling.”I was afraid to say anything. I tried not to think. When I held my breath, I realized Miranda was struggling.“Let me breathe!”I’m sorry. I forget that when I do something it affects you, too. I wish I was in my own body. I don’t mean to make your life. The boss was a bit of a slave driver but it all paid off with a party all laid on by him. I’m 5’8, dark haired, blue eyed and average build. Alex had been working at the place for the last 5 years. He was early 30’s and blond haired, blue eyes. After the Christmas Party, they ended up having sex at Dan’s home… they kept it their little secret Dan was sat at his computer working through the paperwork when Alex arrived. It was the second week back from their Christmas Holidays and not a word had. You want me to tell the girl I wanna spend the rest of my life with I can’t see her anymore? I’m sorry dad, but sister or not that’s something I can’t do, I won’t do. I might be asking for a beating saying all this, but so be it, I have to say it. We’re meant to be together, and I’m sorry dad, but I can’t let you get in the way of that. She is my girlfriend, and I know it hurts for you to hear it right now, but I will not stop seeing her, no matter what.”For a while he said nothing, he showed. With his arms encompassing the surrounding downland he described his vision of a new kind of activity centre, one that catered for commercial hospitality attracting young modern business people from far and wide.He believed the new technology companies would be spending money on a grand scale to keep their bright new talents from straying to new pastures.Max believed these new young professionals, graduates of the swinging sixties, would find the old wining and dinning routine, a big bore.Max.