If I took her to the movies, I wanted to pay for the tickets. And the popcorn and the drinks. If she wanted a poster or a book or a T-shirt, that was ...omething she could pay for. Or tell me so I could put it on the list of things to get when I chose to give her a gift.So, when I'd gone to her house a couple of days before for the weekly get together, she and I talked about how I could make some money. And the only way I could see doing it without losing the weekends I wanted the money for was. Something inside had been expecting this all along. "Ken," she whispered. "This is... I mean... I mean... oh wow."He chuckled. "Oh wow is right," he said. "It's been quite a journey, Annie, but I found my way back to you." How?" she said."It's kind of a long story," he said. "You wouldn't believe what I've done, what I've seen, since the last time I talked to you. I've been in space, Annie. I've flown on aircraft on Mars. I've gone hydro-diving on Saturn. I've gone through an artificial. In fact Mr White was an excellent teacher and although very strict he would make a huge difference and most of the c***dren would be reading quiet well before the year was done. The men folk of “Hope Spring” would be very pleased to have such a teacher and the c***dren would be noticeably better behaved.Attached to the main school room was a small annexe which would serve as Mr Whites sleeping quarters. Just a single bed and an American quilt to throw over it . A small desk and a chamber pot. ” He smiled a bit ruefully, sadly, and looked at the floor. She grabbed his head in her hands and forced him to look at her. He was back; her Michael was back. She kissed him again, to which he gladly reciprocated. He held her close, the warm feeling of her skin against his helping to ease the terror he still felt. When they stopped for breath he smiled at her, a genuine smile. “Let’s watch a movie or something. Please, I need to relax…” Zoë left just as school got out. They had left it off.