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95%u201cSo,%u201d she said. %u201cI ask once more. What is your mission?%u201dHe drank some of the whisky.%u201cI%u2019ll tell you if you let me share your bed. Not to have sex, mind you. Just to lie together and go to sleep; two people colliding by accident in the middle of global war.%u201dShe shook her head. %u201cI am not a person to share my bed with a man unless it is to have sex with him.%u201dHer answer took him by surprise.She laughed. %u201cWhat, Luke. I%u2019m not an English lady. I am an Irish flame.%u201dHe drank the whisky. She got up and said, %u201cI hope the makeshift bed gives you a good night%u2019s sleep.%u201dShe opened the kitchen door to leave.%u201cKelly?%u201d He uttered.She turned%u2014her red hair bright like a red flame around a pure white candle, %u201cYes?%u201d%u201cI am a time-traveller from a different age.%u201dTrue, she thought.She smiled, thought about that, standing there motionless with one hand on the door. And then she whispered, %u201cBut we are all travellers in time, Luke. There is only one bedroom upstairs. I%u2019m sure you%u2019ll find your way to it in your own time.%u201dShe went out through the door and shut it behind her.He sat there in his socks and looked at the door.The whisky was new to him. It had an effect like alcohol in his own time. His wrist aid! He%u2019d forgotten all about it. He put his fingertip on the glass. Had there been any response from his people. He looked. Nothing.There should have been. It looked like he was marooned.The Time Traveller