Prelude : Disappearance and Decision Barbara was thoroughly angry with her editor . That scum refused to givea true journalism work ! All he gave her...was trashy boring work good enoughfor any gutter press newspaper . His last idea of a rewarding job had beento send her off to a Goddamned reception where she had had to inter view allsorts of rich good-for-nothing who did not seem to know how good their lifecould be .That had been the last blow . Upon returning from this reception,she had. I was feeling rather flushed. Still, I could hear the same noise, never missing a beat. I then inadvertently leant against the wooden panelled side wall of the shed and could feel a faint vibration. Now I was really inquisitive with excitement. I followed the sound and sneaked quietly along and toward the rear of the shed. Although there were shrubs, tree branches and bushes I was able to ease myself around and took position behind the wooden wall.My eyes were immediately drawn to something. Kristen looked confused for a few moments, and then said, softly. "Oh. I never told you." Told me what?" Wait a second..." Kristen said, looking at the cards in her hand and picking up my last discard. "Gin!" Fuck! Stop changing the subject!"I didn't bother counting my points. I was way over the point total.Kristen pushed the deck away and smiled. "Look, Jim. We've established that you aren't after my parents' money. Isn't that correct?" Yeah." How do you feel now that I've told you that I. Now of course the coach with my valet, and staff were some way behind, so I had to wait for them to arrive.It seemed that I was now destined to spend the rest of my natural existence as Lord Anthony Amesworth in the year of our Lord 1599 in the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First. However, I was not too disenchanted when I reviewed all my options. The fact that I had not returned permanently to the 21st century was not a great disaster, when I considered the luxury and the power that I now held.