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86she considered herself to be a forward thinking, modern woman. She hated Eire, considering it to be run by the Catholic Mafia, the world priesthood of wealthy men with pious words and despicable ungodly practices behind closed doors. She stoked the fire and checked the blackout curtains were closed but thought the idea of black outs on a small single residential properties out in the countryside was unnecessary. She complied anyway, which was what initially prevented him from peeking inside. He had walked there, reaching half way when he realised the cattle crashing though his vehicle and wrecking it had also injured him. There was blood seeping through a gash low on his abdomen. He had stopped to take a quick look and had seen it was cut deeply. It needed cleaning antiseptically and sewing, or whatever they used here to close the wound.He felt weak now. His shirt and shout trousers were covered with blood and he hoped he had not lost too much. It was unlikely he could receive a blood match here in this vicinity. He had no choice. He would have to knock on the door and ask whoever was inside to help him. He had hoped to avoid such a moment. He was morally bound not to interfere too much with their lives here or to reveal too much about how close in this age they were to the end of all things. The travellers from his era had tried to go past two thousand and thirty as time was recorded here. But so far, it had proven impossible. Only on three other occasions, had they encountered such a phenomenon. It was only when one of the team suggested go a million years past a similar moment were they able to shift a vehicle there. He tapped lightly on the wooden door. He waited a moment and then tapped louder. The door opened, and he saw a beautiful woman standing in the doorway with a double-barrelled shotgun in her hands The Time Traveller