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97The door to her bedroom was ajar. She had surely given him an invite. He stood there in the darkness gazing at a warm amber glow coming from, he thought, a light from her bedside; and it made him think of the warmth of another woman, his wife, a timeless period ago. What was it Kelly had said? Yes. He recalled it like an echo, playing over and over in his mind: %u2018we are all travellers in time%u2019. How profound!He pushed the door open slightly and slipped in without a sound.It was a far cry from the harshness of his era. A soft light, basic furniture%u2014hewn and fashioned from trees, and a bed made of... who cares? There she lay: a beautiful pale face with hair of fire and her body warming that soft bed. He trod noiselessly across the faded carpet and looked down at her as she turned to look up at him and whispered, %u201cI hope, Luke, you don%u2019t tear those stitches in your wound, coming all this way to mate in this vast universe to one who is as lost as you.%u201dHe climbed in and mated with her. Both became lost to passion, desire, and the hopelessness of their aims set in the past; their single desire focused on their moment, no past, no future, just that instant in time. Maybe that was what all there really was. No encumbering memories, no plans for the future, no philosophy about the meaning of life, of death, or of the cause of war: just two elements discovering they fit like chemical glue, and become a molecule.Afterwards, and before they both fell asleep, she whispered to him, %u201cTomorrow, I want you to tell me all. We shared our bodies. We should share our journeys.%u201dHe told her. %u201cYes. I will, Kelly.%u201dThe Time TravellerChapter 2: Time Well