" Will you come?"I heard her sigh and even over the miles between us I felt the weight ofsorrow in that breath. Silence fell, tears welled - even if s...e wantedto, MSM wouldn't let her."Here's something positive, Emmi. I'm meeting Caleb today; afterdinner."A sharp intake of breath. "Our Caleb?" I don't know any others." Oh, that's wonderful!"Not the word I would use, but she didn't know how scared I was - or howthe old anger bubbled inside."You be nice to him. Remember, he's your big. Something to do with her work, she said. I didn't fancy it myself, told her so. But she that it was essential for her to attend.And so that Saturday, we drove out there in my old MG, to an Elizabethan hall full of paintings and armour. A servant in tails met us at the door. He wanted to take my jacket but I would not give it up.All the civic worthies were in attendance: people from the council, the Rotary Club, Freemasons — and some thespian-type who was putting on a play at our local. He appeared tobe much younger, probably a year or two older than her now. He didn'tseem to remember anything either. 'Am I just crazy? This place feelsright, maybe I hit my head or something. Maybe that's why I can onlyremember a dream. That makes more sense than alien boxes and secretorganizations.' She continued to kiss Richard, 'I could stay hereforever.'---It was years later, Megan and Richard had just gotten married. She wassitting in a restroom by herself."Wake up."She looked. But the decision wasn't up to the studio, however, and Jane got a first hand lesson in how things were sometimes still done in the business, at least on this level. Rebecca Simon, who had spent the better part of two decades establishing herself as a power to be reckoned with, had signed on as executive producer as a favor to an old friend. After climbing her way to the top over every obstacle they could put in front of her, the fifty-nine year old felt entitled to the perks that came with.