MINDFIGHTER
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INTRODUCTION
This game follows the story of Robin, an eleven year old boy gifted with
psychic powers. The accompanying novel details his experiences in late
1987, the year before the war, and provides an informative background
guide to the game.
You control Robin, guiding him through the disturbing sequence of events
which beset him. At the start of the game, he has just woken up on a heap of
rubble in the middle of a desolate, mined cityscape. The last thing he
remembered was falling asleep in his man at home. Was this a nightmare?
He had certainly never woken up into a nightmare before. His friends were
nowhere to be seen-he was on his own. Where was he, and how was he to
get back to his home?
He stood up and looked out across the remains of the city. What was this
place? A chill wind brought the salt smell of the sea to his nostrils, the gust
of cold air moaning as it passed through the burnt shell of a nearby house.
Robin suddenly felt terribly afraid.

BACKGROUND
The story of "Mindfighter" was written during late 1986 and early 1987.
While it is a fictitious account, all of the material relating to para-
psychology, the effects of a nuclear exchange between the super.
powers, current affairs and Nostradamus has been painstakingly
researched, and the story is as "believable" and accurate as possible.

THE AUTHORS
An ex-photocopier saleswoman, Anna Popkess wrote the original
"Mindfighter" book and designed the game.
Leader of the radical DELTA 4 Software, Fergus McNeill.
Famed for their other adventure systems, Tim Gilberts, Graeme Yeandle
and Hugh Hamer-Powell are responsible for the hard coding of SWAN
(our System Without A Name).

Mindfighter (story and characters) (C) 1987 Strange Obsessions.
Mindfighter (computer game) (C) 1988 Abstract Concepts.
Marketed and distributed by Activision (UK) Ltd.

SPECIFIC MACHINES
Different versions of the game have different loading instructions and
keys. Consult the guide below for details concerning your machine.

IBM AND PC COMPATIBLES
Type BEGIN <RETURN>.
The icon screen is activated by pressing <RETURN> at the start of a com-
mand. Move the icon painter with the cursor keys and use <RETURN> to
select. The F3 key recalls the previous command for editing.

ATARI ST
Boot with Language disk, then double click on the BEGIN. PRG icon.
Backspace deletes the character behind the cursor and DELETE deletes
the character under the cursor. The icon screen is activated by pressing
<RETURN> or clicking the left mouse button. Move the icon pointer with
the mouse and use the left mouse button to select The UNDO key recalls
the previous command for editing.

COMMODORE AMIGA
Double click on the BEGIN icon.
The icon screen is activated by pressing <RETURN> or clicking the left
mouse button. Move the icon pointer with the mouse and use the left
mouse button to select. The HELP key recalls the previous command for
editing.

If you experience problems loading the game, refer to your computer�s
manual for information on loading commercial software.

INTERACTING WITH THE GAME
If you�ve never played an adventure before, you may be wondering what
this type of game is all about.
Basically, it�s a story Imagine a book, where you can not only decide the
outcome of events, but play the lead character as well! A book where you
till never be frustrated by characters who continually fail to see what you
know is obvious, a book where you can explore all those loose ends you
were left wondering about That�s what an adventure is!
You play a part in the story, guiding your character through whatever situ-
ations the game holds.
So how does one go about playing an adventure? The process is very
simple. Merely type in what you want your character to do. At the start
of the game you till be prompted.

WHAT NOW?
Every time you see the prompt, it is time for you to type in your instruc-
tions. To explain, let�s use an example. Suppose your character was called
Mike and this came upon your screen.

A LONG CORRIDOR
Mike found himself in a long, grey corridor. A shabby-looking guardroom
lay to the north while a heavy metal door blocked the way south.

WHAT NOW?
>-
Let�s assume that you wish to go through that metal door. You might type
> PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR
or this could be shortened to
> OPEN DOOR
Now, if that door happened to be locked and Mike didn�t have the appropri-
ate key, the game would respond
The door was locked Mike didn�t have the key.
Let us assume that the relevant key lies in that guardroom to the north.
You could type.
> W NORTH AND GET THE KEY
The game would then respond
Mike went north.

THE GUARDROOM
Mike was now in a dingy guardroom. The walls had clearly seen better
days- they were battered and dirty. A faded calendar hung beside the
open doorway. To the south, a long corridor stretched away.
Mike also noticed a key, a fire bucket and a wastepaper basket
Mike took the key.
Okay, so we have now got the key. Let�s send Mike back to that door.
GO SOUTH
Mike went south

A LONG CORRIDOR
Mike found himself in a long, grey corridor. A shabby-looking guardroom
lay to the north while a heavy metal door blocked the way south.
In some adventures you might have to unlock, open and then go through
the door, but this game will try and be helpful rather than pedantic. So, if
you ask to go in the direction of a locked door (and you are carrying the
right key)
> W SOUTH
Mike unlocked the door. He opened the door.
He went south.

THE ROOM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR
Mike now stood in a drab room. A door was set in the north wall and a
bench was propped up on the far side of the floor.
Mike also noticed a vase.

WHAT NOW?
> GET THE VASE AND EXAMINE IT
Mike took the vase.
He examined the vase. It was beautifully hand painted, with an unusual
pattern.

WHAT NOW?
> DROP THE VASE
Mike dropped the vase. It fell to the floor and bounced back up again.
Amazed, Mike caught it.

WHAT NOW?
> AGAIN
Mike dropped the vase. It fell to the floor and shattered, fragments splin-
tering everywhere. A piece of paper lay in the wreckage.

WHAT NOW?
> GET PAPER AND LOOK AT IT
Mike took the piece of paper
He examined the piece of paper. It read, �Special ornament protective
spray. Adds an extra few years to the life of your vase!"

WHAT NOW?
> WAIT
Time passed
Hugo arrived.
"Where's my erase?� cried Hugo.

WHAT NOW?
> GIVE PAPER To HUGO. SAY �TO HIM "READ IT� THEN W NORTH
AND LOCK THE DOOR
Mike gave the piece of paper to Hugo.
Mike spoke to Hugo.
Hugo examined the piece of paper.
Mike went north
He closed the door. He locked the door.
On the other side of the door, Hugo raged "Let me out!"

WHAT NOW?
>
There you have seen an example of the gameplay from an imaginary game.
We will now look at the format of some of the more specialized commands
available.

MULTIPLE COMMANDS
During the course of the story, you may wish to give more than one com-
mand at a time. Let�s say that you have a box and a paperweight. You wish
to put the paperweight into the box and put them both into the cupboard
nearby. Any of the following would do
> PUT THE PAPERWEIGHT INTO THE BOX. PUT THE BOX INTO THE
CUPBOARD
> PUT THE PAPERWEIGHT INTO THE BOX AND PUT THE BOX INTO
THE CUPBOARD
> PUT THE PAPERWEIGHT INTO THE BOX THEN PUT THE BOX INTO
THE CUPBOARD

Another form of multiple command, is an instruction which refers to more
than one object. If you found yourself in a room filled with various trea-
sures, you might type
> GET ALL
and would be pleased to note that you now possessed several valuable
objects. However, what if there was a cactus among the useful articles?
You wouldn�t want to hurt your hand by picking it up, so you could type
> GET EVERTHING EXCEPT THE CACTUS
Use of the words ALL/EVERYTHING is not essential but it can save
typing!

HE, SHE AND IT
Often, if you�ve just typed in a long name, eg.
> GET THE ANCIENT MANUSCRIPT
> SAY TO MR TEMPLETON SMYTH �GOOD MORNING�
> ASK PEGGY SUE JONES TO �CLOSE THE DOOR�
you then don�t want to have to repeat the name. So, instead of having to
plough through
> READ THE ANCIENT MANUSCRIPT
> KILL MR TEMPLETON SMYTH
> SAY TO PEGGY SUE JONES �KISS ME�
you could instead use
> READ IT
> KILL HIM
> SAY TO HER �KISS ME�

Again, these features are not essential, they are merely included to save
unnecessary typing.

NON PLAYER CHARACTERS (NPC�s)
In any story, you will meet characters other than the one you play. They
may he human or animal, friendly or hostile. There are a number of com-
mands relating to them.
> GIVE <object> TO <name of character>
This command will pass an object that you are holding to the character
named.
> KILL name of character
If you meet a hostile character, you may wish to attack them. The KILL
command will attack the character named (using the most efficient wea-
pon that your character is carrying). There is no need to specify a weapon.

If you are attacked by another character, your own character will automat-
ically retaliate as best he or she can, but initializing the combat yourself
will often give you an� advantage.
> SAY To <name of character> "HELLO"
> ASK <name of character> TO "TAKE THE GLASS"
> SAY "LOCK THAT DOOR!" TO <name of character>
Any of the above commands are valid ways of communicating with NPC�s.
The basic rule is that you must always specify who you are talking to and
whatever you say must be enclosed within quotation marks.
You can instruct NPC�s to do almost anything. However, you can only give
one instruction at a time. Multiple commands or statements referring to
more than one object (e.g. > DROP EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE ROPE)
will be ignored. It is also worth remembering that any NPC who is hostile
towards you, or very upset, is unlikely to do what you tell them.

ICONS AND SPECIAL COMMANDS
The following commands are accessed from the icon menu (see "Specific
Machines� section for how to activate menu and pointer).
To select an icon, move the pointer over it and �se the appropriate button
for your machine.

SOUND/SILENCE
On certain versions, there are pieces of incidental music to accompany
the text The SOUND command (represented by a music note with a tick)
turns the music on, SILENCE (a music note with a cross) turns it off.

Certain machines without music use the SOUND/SILENCE command to
turn the keyboard click on and off.

The game starts with the sound on.

GRAPHICS/TEXT
Areas of the game have a picture to accompany the text. The pictures can
be turned off with the TEXT command (represented by a little computer
displaying several lines of text) and turned on again with the GRAPHICS
command (a little computer with a split graphics/text screen).

The game starts with the pictures on.

SAVE (DISC/TAPE/RAM)
At certain points of the game, you may want the computer to "remember"
the current state of play - perhaps because you want to try something
risky, or perhaps because you want to switch off and continue playing at a
later date.

You can save a game position to tape or disc (if you have the appropriate
hardware connected to your machine) or store the game position in RAM
(in memory).

Saving to RAM is practically instantaneous, but your position will be lost
when the computer is switched off. Tape and disc take a little longer but
they provide a permanent record of your position.

DEVICE SELECTOR
This icon shows which of the devices - disc, tape or RAM - is currently
selected for the SAVE and LOAD actions.

LOAD (DISC/TAPE/RAM)
The LOAD command will recall a previously saved game position from the
currently selected device. The story will then continue from where you
left off.

QUIT
The QUIT command (represented by a computer with a blank screen)
allows you to abandon the story before its completion. The game will
check that you are sure you want to quit, then offers you the choice of res-
tarting the game or resetting the computer.

SCRIPT/UNSCRIPT
There is the option of sending the game text to a printer (if you have one
connected).

The SCRIPT command (represented by a printer with paper) echoes all
text to the printer, so that you will have a permanent transcript of your
story. The UNSCRIPT command (a printer without paper) turns the
printer off.

The printer is switched off when the game starts.

VERBOSE/BRIEF
Every location in the game has a name and a piece of descriptive text. I�
VERBOSE mode (represented by a long scroll), the name and descriptive
text are displayed. In BRIEF (a short scroll), only the location name is
shown

The game starts in verbose mode.
>-
The prompt icon returns to the normal text input line from the icon
screen.

DISC/TAPE/RAM
This icon is used to select one of the devices disc, tape or RAM for the
LOAD and SAVE actions.

INFORMATION
The INFO command (represented by a question mark) will print up infor-
mation relating to the player�s character in the game, such as physical
condition, weather, time, score, etc.

OOPS (not available on certain of the small memory machines)
This command essentially �undoes� the last instruction you typed. For
example, if you dropped a valuable vase and it broke, you could OOPS
back one move to just before you dropped it

The following commands can only be typed from the keyboard, They have
no icon equivalents.

> AGAIN
Typing this will cause the game to repeat the last command that was
entered (not the last string of commands or conversation with an NPC).
AGAIN can be shortened to G.

> EXITS
Typing this will list out the obvious exits from your character�s current
location.

> INVENTORY
This command will list the objects that your character is currently carry-
ing or wearing.
INVENTORY can be shortened to I.

> LOOK
Typing this will give you a description of your character�s current location
(taking into account whether you are in BRIEF or VERBOSE mode).
LOOK can be shortened to L.

> TIME
This command will display the current time in the story.

> WAIT
Typing this will cause your character to wait for 5 minutes (in the story, not
real time).
WAIT can be shortened to Z

EDITING YOUR COMMANDS
Remember, it is possible to edit your last input by pressing the appropriate
recall key (see �Specific Machines� section). All versions of the game have
left/right editing with full insert and delete.

Using the recall facility can save typing when attempting several similar
actions.

MINDFIGHTER
CONTENTS

Activision UK Ltd, Activision House, 23 Pond Street, London, NW3 2PN, UK
Hamburg, West Germany. Mountain View, California, USA.

(c) Strange Obsessions 1987

First published as a paperback 1988

Printed in Great Britain by
Richard Clay Ltd, Bungay, Suffolk

1 STRANGE IDEAS

2 THROUGH THE DARK

3 REALISATIONS

4 JIMMY

5 COMING HOME

6 FIRESIDE HORRORS

7 PERSECUTION

8 GRIEF

9 REVELATION

10 FEARS

11 DECISIONS

12 AFTERMATH

To Athelstan

MINDFIGHTER
(IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE YEAR OF THE BIG BANG!)
In the past, �The Big Bang� has been used as the name of a theory
relating to the creation of the universe and, therefore, the planet Earth.
So, there should be no objections in it being used as an expression for the
destruction of the planet Earth.

Not a lot is known about parapsychology. Hence the general public
are like �dogs which bark at those they do not recognise�. It is a science
which is avoided and the people involved with the various experiments
are considered to be �freaks!
Predictions and premonitions are both looked upon as being dreams.
�So what?!� if the dream comes true, �It was just pure luck!�

Could parapsychology be used for the benefit of Mankind in the
future? Or, like most scientific discoveries or inventions, would it be used
destructively by politicians?

The following account looks at the the possible extent to which a
group of talented people, who possess exceptional powers, could influ-
ence the future.

Picture the human race, marching on a straight road towards a T-junc-
tion. At that junction, it has two choices:

1) the door to evil, i.e. total destruction and death.

2) the door to good, i.e. prosperity and life.
Sounds simple, doesn�t it? But is it? How easy is it to take the right
turning when one is accelerating under pressure, governed by circumstances
over which one has no control?

In times of crisis, do we listen to the Leaders -Heads of State-and
trust everything they tell us as being Gospel truth? Or, do we obey our consciences
and resort to using civil disobedience as a legal method of
making the public aware of what could happen?

As Albert Einstein wrote - �We must never relax our efforts to arouse
in the peoples of the world, and especially in their governments, an awareness
of the unprecedented disaster which they are absolutely certain to
bring on themselves unless there is a fundamental change in their attitudes
towards one another, as well as in their concept of the future.�

CHAPTER ONE
STRANGE IDEAS

" ROBIN, ARE you RELAXED YET? TAKE YOUR TIME. YOU ARE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT
to do? Remember! It doesn�t matter if you don�t succeed this time, though
Professor Chauvin of Strasbourg University has shown us that it is possible
to do.�
Always, Professor Fergere encouraged his students before an experiment.

�From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
The universal frame began:
When Nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
And could not heave her weary head,
The tuneful voice we heard from high:
Arise ye more than dead.�

Robin repeated this over and over. Then, he began, relaxing his sensitive
body whilst focusing on a candle flame. Soon, his body felt like lead
and he started to close his eyes very slowly.
Now he was relaxed. He began to inhale for a count of three. He held
his breath for a count of twelve. Lastly, he exhaled over a count of twelve.
This breathing routine was repeated three times.
Before going into a trance, Robin muttered,
�I�m ready...�
From that moment, there was a silence. The professor and his
students watched Robin through the one-way mirror.
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Robin sat lifelessly on a coarse wooden chair, facing an off-white wall.
He was alone in the small, dimly lit room.
During the first few minutes, the still figure concentrated his thoughts
on accelerating the radioactive disintegration of the uranium isotope.
Then, Robin concentrated on slowing down the decay of the isotope.
Finally, during the third minute, he turned off his thoughts.
Every minute, the geiger counter switched off automatically. It
measured and recorded the rate of the radioactive decay.
Robin brought himself out of the trance. He began to �lighten� his
body, in the way he had relaxed it. He ended with the opening of his eyes,
letting them open over a count of seven. Lastly, he repeated his breathing
routine.
Silently he sat, his face pale and expressionless.
When the results were checked, none of them could believe their

�He did it!�

Robin had managed to control the radioactive decay of the uranium
isotope by using his psychic powers.
Alison was the first to enter the room to congratulate him. Lightly she
kissed him on his forehead and patted him on his back.
�Well done, Robin. I knew you could do it!� said she, softly.
He looked up at her, gave her a smile and whispered,
�Thank-you.�
She felt pity towards him. Robin was only eleven years old. His
parents had died in a fire at their home in Bursildon. It was fortunate that
he had managed to escape, though the cause of the fire still remained a
mystery.
He lived in a children�s home for four years. Then at the age of nine he
was brought here, to Southampton University. The Education Authorities
had informed Professor Fergere of the unique telepathic powers pos-
sessed by the youngster.
For two years now Robin had been treated like a guinea-pig. He per-
formed experiment after experiment and in turn had had a variety of tests
carried out on him. There appeared to be no boundaries to his abilities.
The older students and the professor were truly amazed
Harry stepped forward.
�Where would you like to go?"
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�I just want to go home and sleep. Maybe tonight or tomorrow?�
His big green eyes gazed up emptily - his face rarely gave away any
signs of emotion. His complexion was white, often compared to that of
marble stone statues.
�Of course, I understand. Go home and rest. Matthew will take you
home.�

As they rode in the car, Robin asked,
�What will you be doing this afternoon?�
�I�m not sure yet! I expect Harry, Alison and I shall be doing some of
the usual experiments. Bye Robin, we�ll see you later.�
Robin got out of the car and slowly walked to the front door. He did
not bother replying to Matthew or even looking back to wave goodbye.

Matthew took the long route back to the university. He was eighteen
years old when he was recruited by the professor, six years ago. He was
beginning to feel bored with the work he was doing.
It seemed as though more attention was being focused on Robin. All
the time, the more testing and unusual experiments were performed by
Robin. All Professor Fergere ever spoke about was Robin - �Robin did this,
Robin did that. Is he not marvellous? Have you seen anything else like it?�
But it was true, nobody this century possessed the same talent as
Robin.
Matthew was tall and slim. His cheek bones were prominent, the cold
blue eyes set deep into the sockets. He had brown, shortish, straight hair
which was casually flicked back, revealing a large forehead.
As he drove however, his resentment towards Robin slowly ebbed
away.

Finally, Matthew returned to the laboratory to find the professor bent
over the bench checking and rechecking the results from the geiger-counter.
Professor Fergere was an oldish man, about sixty years of age. He was
the head person of the Parapsychology Department at the university. He
was thinning on top, although a fair amount of the white crop remained.
His appearance resembled that of the general �Mad Professor� in the old
horror movies of the nineteen-thirties. His busby eyebrows stuck out over
the top of his round, metal-framed spectacles.
In a mumbled, low voice he sighed, then stuttered before he
stammered:
�Unbelievable, unbeliev... I never thought I should ever live long
enough to see this work...�
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He paused then continued -
�Unbelie...�
He did not finish his sentence, hut drifted back into deep thought. He
was filled with ecstasy as he pondered.
But what now? What or how would this help him? Without having to
use or be dependent on Robin�s psychic powers, how could he control the
disintegration of radioactive isotopes?
It was the professor�s ambition to control the disintegration of radio-
active elements by using chemical or physical methods. His goal was to
eventually save Mankind from its �nuclear self-destruction�, as a Third
World war seemed inevitable.

�No, no it�s okay! I�ve much work to do. Go! Go! I don�t need you today,�
he exclaimed with his strong German accent.
"I shall see you tomorrow. Look after Robin -after his performance
today, he�s the most valuable person alive on this earth. It�s imperative that
what happened today is kept a secret!�
It was rare, almost unheard of, that they should be given an afternoon
off. Alison, Harry and Matthew gathered their belongings quickly. They
departed from the laboratory, leaving the professor mumbling to himself.
�Well, what shall we do this afternoon?� Harry asked.
He looked at Alison for whom his question was really intended.
Always, Harry had had a soft spot for Alison.
They met three years ago in June. Harry and Matthew had been intro-
duced to a timid eighteen year old girl. It was a cloudless day. The sun
shone brightly, its rays were flickering flames of fire, reaching across the
sky like golden ribbons, pulling a chariot ridden by Gods.
She stood in front of them shyly and looked down at her feet as she
blushed. She shook their hands and whispered,
�Hello, I�m Alison Whitley."

She looked so innocent. It was as if she was one of the angels pulling
the chariot.
Since that day he liked her. He pretended to himself and the others
that his love and adoration for her was that of a brother but, deep down in
his heart, he was in love with her.
Although Alison was twenty-one years old, she was still like a child -
vulnerable and innocent to the big wide world. She trusted people too
easily and needed their care and affections.
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She had never had a relationship with a man. It still bothered her! The
child psychiatrists had told the nuns at the convent that Alison was no
longer frightened. Deep down, she was just as afraid now as she was then -
sixteen years ago.

... that terrible, terrible night, the wind was howling. The rain and hail
beating on the window-panes. The thunder clashed and banged like cym-
bals and drums - the monotonous beating, boding evil.
Still the roars of thunder seemed so vivid in her head.


Periodically there were flashes of lightning - illuminating the grey,
black, overcast sky. She was hitting him! Her heart pounding quickly as she begged him to
( leave mommy alone, but he would not. He was hurting her. She was plead-
ing to him - but no, he did not listen.
Mommy screamed to him,
�... go away, come back when you�re sober . ." �Him�, that was how Alison referred to her father, after that night. Her
father had a terrible temper-and hence became very violent when under
the influence of alcohol. That night in particular he had far more to drink
than usual. He had recently lost a lot of money gambling at the Silhouette
casino. For this he blamed his wife. She was so fragile and beautiful.
That night, he raped her. Then, Alison had not understood fully what
had happened between her father and mother.
The next morning, Alison awoke to find her mother had committed
suicide. The battered, half-naked body lay there-cold across the kitchen
floor.
Alison could remember sitting next to her mother�s dead body. She
then ran to the neighbour�s house, pulling the woman�s dress, tears runn-
ing down her cheeks, frantically she beckoned to the lady,
�Please, please come and help me! It�s my mum . .."
That was as far as she got before again she burst into tears.
She never saw her father again. It was then that Alison was admitted
to a convent. There she stayed until she was eighteen years old.
Harry, Matthew, Alison and Robin now worked together closely being
experimented on because of their unique psychic powers.
As they reached a bench in the university�s grounds, Alison sat before
Harry. Matthew remained standing, one foot resting on the bench. He
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knocked the burnt tobacco out of his Calabash, his prize possession - a
stereotype Sherlock Holmes pipe. He refilled it and began smoking it.
�I�ve some reading to do," Alison replied. She then continued,
�Yesterday I began reading this article on whether it was just a myth
that were-wolves existed, passed down from generation to generation
from the Middle Ages as an old folk-lore.�
�What has sparked this sudden interest in were-wolves?� Harry asked
inquisitively, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Matthew just stood there,
his elbow resting on his knee as he leaned forward, smoking his pipe, deep
in thought.
�It�s thought that were-wolves were associated with people who had a
peculiar form of mental disease called lycanthropy. The person under its
attack believing himself to he a wolf.�
�Yeah, wow-ee, and what about it? We already knew that!� Harry
replied mockingly.
�Don�t laugh! I haven�t finished yet. But today, what Robin did and
what we�re capable of doing - well it�s got me thinking. If it�s true that
people have changed into were-wolves in the past when under the influ-
ence of a mad fit, then - oh, can�t you see what I�m getting at? What about
us? We�re not mad, hut we have control over our minds. We can make it do
what we want it to do, when we want.�
Harry and Matthew stared, bemused at her.
�You don�t understand, do you?�
Alison had become quite excited, slightly out of breath, she continued
�What if we could do that? Imagine being able to transform our-
selves into any animal, when we wanted and not when under the
influence of some mad, mental state, this way having complete control
over our actions!�
Now her heart was racing. There was a mischievous glint in her
deep brown eyes.
There was silence as Harry and Matthew tried digesting and under-
standing exactly what she was getting at. They were stunned.
Was she serious? More to the point - could it be done? These were
hut a few of the questions running through their minds.
�Well what do you think?� asked she, glancing anxiously at each of
their amazed faces.
�Yeah, urn, sure ... it�s, well, it�s different I suppose.�
Harry stuttered as he replied. He hoped that a sudden inspira-
tion would have come. But Alison�s idea had taken him aback, he was
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flabbergasted. He did not know quite what to say.
�Yes, we�re going to try that! It�s a fantastic idea Alison. Anyway, I
was getting bored with the usual experiments. Well, what are we waiting
for?� Matthew said defiantly. He was just as excited and enthusiastic as
Alison about her idea and its implications. He took his foot off the bench
and repeated,
�Well what are we waiting for? Get up! Let�s go to the library now.�
�No need. I�ve been to the library and done a lot of research on the
subject,� she replied whilst standing up.
For once, Harry was speechless. It was usually him who came up
with the ideas and plans for what they were going to do. He looked up at
Alison and Matthew, bewildered and shocked.
�You�re both serious about this, aren�t you? I don�t think that either
of you realise what exactly you�re expecting of yourselves. Anyway, I
think that it�s too dangerous and maybe we should leave it well alone.�
He paused, then submitted to them finally.
�All right then, you don�t have to look so disheartened and disap-
pointed. I�ve always supported the both of you in the past with your
other projects so, well you can count me in. Come on then, as Matthew
said twice, what are we waiting for? Shall we go and get started? Mad, I
must he - supporting you in this scheme!�
Harry sighed, got up, brushed his jacket down and started walking
towards Matthew�s red Sierra. It was parked about ten minutes away
from the entrance of the university.
Matthew and Alison ran quickly to Harry�s side. Alison was content.
Finally, her idea might work and she would be able to prove herself. Until
now everybody had spoilt her and never expected any constructive or
imaginative ideas. She was part of the furniture - the �agony aunt� - a
person to whom either Harry, Matthew and particularly Robin would go
if they had any problems. Always she gave them sympathetic, sensitive
advice.
When they returned to Alison�s house, she made them a cup of tea.
Then she read the rasuma about the were-wolves.
�Firstly: closely related to the vampire is the figure of the were-wolf.
It spanned from all over the �Old World� - from Portugal to the shores of
the Pacific and from the interior of Africa to the North Cape.
Where wolves have been absent, we have were-tigers and were-
leopards.
In ancient Scandinavian folk-lore, a person whose eyebrows
were grown together over his nose was regarded as being uncanny; in
Continental Europe he would have been suspected of being a were-wolf.
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Something I found, which I think may be useful, is that a witch is
rendered helpless if one manages to draw a drop of blood fmm her body.
A metamorphosed person, for example a were-wolf, will regain his or her
former shape by the same radical means.
Those are the main points and guidelines of which I think we
should take notice and follow if we are going to be successful. Well, are
you going to comment?�
By now, Matthew had started smoking his pipe again. He flicked his
hair back and frowned, contemplating the facts that had just been pre-
sented to him.
Suddenly Harry stood up and exclaimed:
�Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! You�re a genius Alison. If we can

suc-
ceed in doing this, then there�s no stopping us.�
There was a look of pure pleasure and delight on Alison's glowing
face as she blushed, then asked,
�When should we start? Do we inform the professor of our new

project?�
She paused, then added:
�I think it�s best that it�s kept a secret.�
Harry gave a nod of approval and asked,
�What about Robin, does he get to be included in this new adven-
ture with us?�
�No,

I think he�s too young and too inexperienced. As you said, we
don�t know enough about this ourselves,� Alison replied confidently. It
was all finally coming together.
�Okay, I agree. By the way, I promised him that we would pop round
sometime this evening, just for a short while,� Matthew added.
�All right

then," came Alison�s reply.
She cleared her notes away, while Harry took the cups into the kit-
chen before they prepared to leave.

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CHAPTER TWO

THROUGH THE DARK

IT WAS A GLORIOUS SPRING DAY. THE SUN WAS SHINING. THERE WERE NO CLOUDS TO BE
seen. The daffodils in the park swayed slightly in the breeze like waves of a
yellow sea - their bright, yellow ochre heads bowing to the sun, as if in
worship. The smell of freshly cut grass wafted in the wind.
Harry awoke with his head throbbing. After leaving the others, he
chanced to meet an old friend at the cinema. Until the early hours of the
morning they drank and joked merrily as they reminisced about their old
college days. Between them, they managed to consume a bottle of wine,
brandy and the remains of the scotch left over from Christmas.
He stood at his window taking deep breaths of fresh air. From the
seemingly bright light he shielded his eyes.
Once more he swore he would never drink so much, but this was the
usual ritual undertaken the morning after a drinking binge. Though he
could hold his drink, his downfall came when he began mixing the spirits.
Harry looked as dreadful as he felt, unshaven, his eyes slightly blood-
shot. He found himself squinting as he looked around his untidy room.
Following his departure from the others, he could not recollect the
exact sequence of events.
Matthew and Robin shared a house in Devonshire Road, Bedford
Place. Alison lived with Harry in Oxford Street at the other end of City
Centre.
"Harry, are you ready? Remember you said you would take Robin to
the university this morning. Harry, are you sure you�re okay? Say some-
thing!" Alison shouted as she knocked on his bedroom door.
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would find some clue to why his beloved �friend� was in such a state. He
continued questioning her.
�Are you feeling sick? You look as though you�ve seen a ghost.�
�Oh Harry, please hold me tightly and tell me I�m dreaming. I was so
scared, please don�t leave me alone. Not now, not ever.�
She sat next to Harry on the settee, his arms held tightly around her as
she had requested. Still as white as a sheet, now Alison was almost
hysterical.
�Don�t worry, I won�t leave you here on your own. Come on, stop cry-
ing and calm down. You�re quite safe now.�
He kissed her lightly on the top of her head as he spoke, trying to com-
fort her. He carried on reassuring her that whatever had upset her so much
could not touch her here.
�It�s okay. Now tell me what happened. Who has upset you like this? I
want to know, Alison!" Harry said sternly.
�It�s nothing. I mean, there is nobody to blame. 1 just... well, oh... I don�t
know where to begin."
She was so confused, trying to make sense was difficult, but she
continued -
�I�m not sure what it was. I was driving back, when all of a sudden the
temperature in the car fell drastically. I started shivering all over. Then
there were the black shadowy images, floating about in the car - several
times they almost caused me to crash... oh Harry, it was awful. An over-
whelming unhappiness came over me - like a grey-black cloud. It was as
though I could see the black gathering for one almighty storm which was
going to bring nothing but unhappiness to me. I was absolutely terrified.
It�s a bad omen, I know it is. One thing of which I�m certain is that
something bad is going to happen very soon.�
:Ali, nothing is going to happen. There is nobody that would ever want
to hurt you. Tell you what, I won�t go out this evening, that way I can stay
with you all day and all night. Safe now?�

He did not know what to make of Alison�s weird encounter that morn-
ing or whether to take it seriously, so the only thing he thought he could do
was just to give her support and comfort. One thing of which he was
certain was that he could not leave her alone whilst she was in such an
unstable, even volatile, mood. She seemed abnormally depressed and
Harry was not sure about Alison�s intentions on coping with this supposed
disaster.
�Thank you, Harry I feel so much better now. I expect you
mad. I know what1 said sounded unbelievable but--�
think me

Harry interrupted.
�No, I believe you. I�ve never seen anyone look as terrified as you did
twenty minutes ago.�
�Thank you again.�
As she snuggled up closer to Harry, she rested her head on his arms
and fell asleep. He held her tightly and did not move until the doorbell
rang. Alison awoke.
�Sony Harry, I didn�t mean to fall asleep. How long was I like that?�
asked Alison whilst she rubbed her eyes and then stretched her arms.
�Just an hour, so don�t worry!=
�I�ll answer the door,� replied she, standing up,
�It�s probably Matthew. Gosh, it�s late! We were meant to meet Robin
at the refectory at one o�clock. I don�t know what�s wrong with him but
whatever it was he snapped my head off for no real reason this morning
when I collected him. Something is bothering him, he wouldn�t tell me
what. He put up a barrier so that I couldn�t even get any information from
the thoughts running through his mind. It must be something pretty seri-
ous. It�s best that we keep a close eye on him, okay?�
She stopped speaking before opening the door.

�Yes, can I help you?�
A man, about forty years of age, stood there; motionless, his hands in
his pockets.
The stranger did not reply. His gaze looked straight through her, like a
hot knife cutting through cold butter with ease.
�Are you one of Harry�s friends?� Alison enquired.
�Alison, is it you?� the unknown man asked optimistically. He took his
hands out of his pockets and beckoned her towards him.
�Alison Wbitley isn�t it? Don�t you remember me? Won�t you even ask
me in?�
He had already entered and was looking around the hall whilst he
headed for the lounge. Alison appeared perplexed. Who was the man who
had literally barged in without so much as an introduction? Quickly she
followed him. Harry glanced at his bemused flat-mate, as if to ask who this
man was. Alison shrugged her shoulders in reply. Then, suddenly, she
became pale.
It was him! It was him coming here that had caused her to feel so frigh-
tened previously. He was the evil!
�Who are you? What do you want with me...?�
She broke off for a moment, then,
�I don�t care, please just go."
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please. I beg you, don�t leave me alone, that�s until I�m sure he�s gone away
for good. I swore then that I�d take my revenge out on him for momma�s
sake.=
She stopped and wiped her eyes, the tears that had brimmed unbid-
den in her eyes cut Harry deeply. She looked up at him, then rested her
head on his shoulder. He kissed her lightly on her soft locks.
He took her to the kitchen downstairs, sat her down and made them
both a cup of steaming hot coffee.
�Alison, do you want Matthew and Robin to know what happened
today? I just thought that it would be for the best, if they knew the truth.�
�I�m not sure, quite honestly I don�t know what to do. As I said I�m
so confused, to think that in a few minutes, just as I was sure that my
life was finally fitting together perfectly - this happens; my father,
turns up here after so many years. What could he possibly want from
me now? Okay, if you think it�s for the best, tell them. Please, just don�t
go into any details.�
�Ali, you won�t be offended by my next question, you don�t have to
answer it. Had your father...�
Harry cleared his throat before continuing
�Well, you know? Umm... well, sort of... touched you in any way? You
know what I mean.�
Once more, her face turned pale as the haunting memories became
more vivid. She nodded but did not say a word about it. He left the sensi-
tive subject alone and began introducing other topics of conversation,
totally unrelated to her present problem.
A deep silence fell as they just stared at each other, both thinking,
neither knowing how to approach the delicate subject.
�Have you had a boyfriend?�
�No I�ve never been out with anyone," replied she rather reluctantly.
�Is that because of what happened before? If you don�t want to talk
about it now, just say so. I don�t mind, but I don�t like seeing you so upset.
Alison, you do know that I love you very much and that I can wait. I do
understand what it must have done to you emotionally. Obviously it must
have made some deep impression upon you.�
Alison was stunned. She blushed and looked down at her hands as
she twisted them on the table. Her heart was racing, she was unable to look
Harry straight in his glistening eyes. It was like a dream come true. Always
she thought Harry had cared for her as a brother, not as a boyfriend.
�Harry do you really mean that?�
She looked up at him gazing into his greyish, blue eyes.
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�It�s just that I never thought that you would ever fall for anyone like
me - not after seeing some of the women with whom you�ve had flings.�
Harry stood up and walked over to Alison and took hold of her hands.
�Can I kiss you?� he asked, looking carefully into her eyes to see her
reaction; he did not want to rush her.
She appeared insecure and apprehensive.
�It�s okay Alison. It was inconsiderate of me asking. I should have had
more sense. Please don�t take any notice of that, forget I asked. I know I
haven�t chosen the best of times to tell you how I feel about you - I do
realise you�ve got more important things on your mind.�
�Thank you for being so understanding. Don�t think that I�m trying to
put you off, but... well, with my father�s reappearance after countless years,
it certainly did surprise me. All those bad memories came flooding back -
just as I thought they had all been well and truly buried.
Gosh, I�ve just remembered, we were meant to meet Robin and
Matthew for lunch at the university. What�s the time? We�re already late.
You better drive.�

By the time Alison and Harry arrived at the university�s refectory,
Matthew and Robin had finished their lunch and were looking impatiently
at their watches.
�What kept you both? We�ve been waiting ages.� Matthew asked as he
glared at Harry. Robin sat silently, staring coldly at the others. Harry
turned around and quietly asked Alison,
�Do we tell them about your omen and the unexpected visitor?�
�Might as well. They�ll probably find out sooner or later. But you can
tell them.�
Harry recounted the strange sequence of events that morning and the
unfortunate episodes of Alison�s past. There were no interruptions. They
just sat silently, listening sympathetically to Harry's every word. Periodi-
cally Alison wiped a tear from her glazed eyes.
Robin appeared indifferent to Alison�s plight, but really he wanted
nothing less than to give her a big hug and apologise for the way he had
acted and spoken to her that morning.
�Oh, by the way, the professor doesn�t want us to go to the laboratory
this afternoon,� said Matthew, trying to uplift the conversation because he
felt uncomfortable. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was but he knew
that Alison did not like people feeling sorry and sympathetic.
�Goodbye, I�ll see you later Matthew. If you could, collect me from the
front entrance at about five o�clock. Bye!�
Gathering hisbooks, Robin left.
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He struck her across the face with the back of his hand. Then he put
his forearm across her mouth.
�Shut your mouth! Your mother did that, I hate women crying!�
He hit her again.
Alison pushed him away and ran to the door, her assailant running
quickly after her.
She picked up a vase and hurled it at him. She missed and watched it
smash against the beige wall. It had been a desperate last hope of escape,
now shattered like the vase. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to
the ground.
Suddenly, the door opened and Harry came in to find Alison crying in
anguish. Her father jumped up and, violently pushing Harry aside, ran out
of the door to disappear into the darkness.
�Alison, what the hell...?�
He stopped speaking and ran towards her, taking her into his arms. He
inspected the bruises on her face and body. Then he lifted her up, carried
her into the lounge and placed her gently onto the settee.
�I heard something smash so I returned as quickly as possible. He
didn�t, well he didn�t... you know...?�
�No, thank God you came back when you did, he didn�t have enough
time. As soon as you left, he changed. His eyes, well his eyes, they weren�t
his. Also his voice, it was as if another person was speaking and had taken
over his body for that period of time. The laugh was haunting, it was so
horrible.
God, I feel dirty - he touched me. I have to take a shower and scrub
myself clean of him. You will come upstairs with me and wait in the bath-
room? I�m too scared to stay there on my own.�
She was breathless, huddled in a tight ball, her hands extending out
gripping to Harry�s jacket. She shivered as she spoke.
�Yes, certainly." replied Harry, helping her up.
When she had washed and dressed, they went downstairs. Harry tele-
phoned Matthew and Robin and told them to come round immediately.
He explained to them what had happened that evening.
They had come to the agreement that, since Alison�s father knew
where she lived, it would be for the best if Harry and Alison swapped
houses with Matthew and Robin as a temporary solution to the
problem.
It was not until about two o�clock the next morning that Alison
eventually managed to get to sleep.
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She awoke screaming. Harry calmed her down, reassuring her that
she was only dreaming.
�It�s okay, my sweet babe, I�m here. There is no one else here.
�He� doesn�t know that we�re here. Just go back to sleep," he whispered,
stroking her silky hair. She was like a toddler having a nightmare, needing
its mother�s love and comfort. Harry felt guilty for what had
happened earlier on. If only he hadn�t listened to Alison, who had believed
her father had totally repented. No, he should have listened to his own
conscience. It was as though Harry had betrayed the faith and trust that
Alison had bestowed in him, especially after their conversation that
afternoon.
�Don�t worry, Ali. I�ll make him pay for this - as long as God is my wit-
ness, he�ll pay dearly,� swore Harry before he himself dozed off to sleep. It
was approaching four o�clock...
Mr Whitley was about thirty-nine years of age, give or take a year. He
was about six foot in height and well built. His first name was Terence, but
he used his middle name, Nick.
He was very handsome, resembling a typical male model-dark skin,
fair hair and very blue eyes-two jewels, deep as the deepest sea. When he
was younger he had had all the women in hot pursuit. But he was never
satisfied with that, what he had-always he had to have more. He had to
have what seemed to be impossible - married women. What he liked was
to put people in fear. He got great satisfaction out of scaring women.
The majority of women he was able to charm, whether they were
married or not, it was no problem. If they were married, then to him it was
an added bonus. The easy catch offered no real pleasure.
No! What he really enjoyed was the thrill, the satisfaction, the power
-he was put on a high when he stalked, closed on his next victim. Getting
her into a predicament, where she was frightened. Then, and only then,
would he feel any satisfaction, when he knew they were afraid and
disgusted.
Many a time he had been found out by angry husbands, but always he
had been lucky, too fortunate, havingjust enough time to escape and leave
the trouble behind.
He had no steady occupation. He travelled around the country, get-
ting temporary jobs - ranging from bar-work in public houses to heavy
goods vehicle driving. He moved on as soon as there was any sign of
trouble with a married woman�s husband.
Nick had never been to Southampton before now. It took only a week
to find out where his daughter lived.

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A week had passed and Alison had not seen her father. They were still
staying at Matthew�s house. Twice, Nick had broken into Alison�s house to
find that Robin and Matthew were living there. When asked where Alison
and Harry were, Matthew replied,
�Oh, the last couple who were here have moved to London. Sorry I
haven�t got a forwarding address.�
After that, Mr Whitley no longer disturbed Robin or Matthew,
although he stayed in Milton road.
Robin was revising hard for his examinations. This was fortunate for
others as they were able to make great progress with their new project.
The professor had given them all a month�s holiday.
The auto-suggestion had proved very successful. All three of them
had managed to metamorphose into other animals and even imitate
other people. They found great amusement when changing themselves
into their tutor, mimicking his continental accent and strange manner-
isms. With this new found gift, Alison no longer felt threatened by her
father.
The only problem they encountered at the moment was the length of
time during which they had metamorphosed. Their transformation into
another animal lasting only a quarter of an hour at most. Hence, when in
the figure of a bird, they did not endeavour flying.
The strange sensation felt by the students was that of a positive frenzy.
In their initial enthusiasm for this most exciting and most promising ven-
ture, none of them had thought, either in the wrong hands or during the
wrong circumstances, how dangerous this knowledge could be.
The feeling experienced by the students in their new found freedom
of control over their appearance had become quite addictive. It was
thrilling to them, and they spent ninety-nine percent of their free time
devoted to their new fascination. Still, they did not inform Robin of their
achievement.
It was the anniversary of the day Nick had raped Alison�s mother. The
night was dark-there was a storm raging. There were clashes of thunder
as though the Gods above were angered with the mere mortals below.
Quickly following the outrage were deadly bolts of lightning, being thrown
mercilessly from the heavens above. The rain lashed against the window. It
was too wet to venture out that evening. The streets were deserted, like
those of old Western ghost towns.
Nick was driving home from Lyndhurst to Southampton. The noise of
the rain, beating against the windscreen, drowned out the music playing
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from the car stereo. His windscreen wipers appeared to be moving in time
with the flashes of lightning illuminating the overcast sky.
It was impossible to see into the distance - the bright lights of any
vehicles coming from the opposite direction were not visible until they
were quite close. Consequently, due to the bad weather, Nick returned to
his abode, his lair, at about eleven-thirty that evening. This had been a
great disappointment - it displeased him that he was unable to seduce
anyone that night.
The storm had affected Nick. Whether it was guilt or not, he was hav-
ing flashbacks of when he had subjected his fragile wife to that night of
torture. That fragile object, like a piece of fine porcelain figurine, which, so
easily, he succeeded in shattering into a thousand minute fragments...
Mr Whitley was not the only person who was being affected by the
storm. It was frightening - the hot, sweaty, troubled figure rolled over and
over in the untidy bed.
The strange voice screamed out, cursing and swearing that �He� was
going to die and that �He� had lived long enough. Then, there was a silence
for a few seconds. Exactly what happened next was hard to describe.
After the voice had ceased to cry out with so much agony, the body
calmed down and lay in the corpse position and commenced breathing
deeply. The face was pale and the eyes opened suddenly, staring blankly
into the darkness. Then! Then, there were a few mutterings, mumbled and
incomprehensible. The body began levitating and became suspended in
mid-air. Its arms were stretched out, beating up and down. Then, it hap-
pened - the body metamorphosed into a bird of prey. Its eyes were
strange, emerald green, almost fluorescent and like torches. It guided itself
out through the open window and into the seaofthe raging tempest, which
had waged war against the world that night...
By the following morning, the storm had subsided and there was a
freshness in the air, as though all the tension and anxiety had been cleared.
Harry had woken up early and had prepared some breakfast for
Alison.
�Ali? Ali! Wake up it�s ten o�clock.�
Whilst gently shaking her, he spoke softly, his voice as smooth as vel-
vet. Slowly, she stirred, rubbing her eyes.
�God, I�m tired. I had a terrible night�s sleep and - oh, my arms are so
stiff,� she replied, sluggishly.
After she had eaten and dressed, Alison began reading the local
paper.
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Suddenly, she dropped it and, turning white as a sheet, she screamed,
�Harry! Harry! Have you read this?! Do you know anything about
this?!�
Harry came running into the lounge.
�What? What do you mean? No, I haven�t read tbe paper yet. Slow
down and explain, what is it I should read?�
She pointed to the article.
�That�s it!� she said, shaking.
He read the article -

During the early hours of this morning, a Mr Terence Nicholas
Whitley, 45, was killed. He was found by neighbours who had been alerted
when they heard screaming coming from an upstairs room in his house in
Milton Road, Bedford Place.
The victim�s face was badly scratched and his throat tom. Overall, the
body was severely mutilated with deep slashes. Police are treating this
case as a brutal murder but are baffled to what the motive could be. There
was no forced entry and nothing was stolen...
Harry sat down, stunned.
"What are you going to do? Will you be going to the Police station to
get a few more details, or what?�
That question was typical of Harry. He looked at things logically and
realistically.
�I suppose I�ll have to go down and explain that he was my father. I
know I hated him, but never did I wish him dead. To think that he died the
same night that mother committed suicide -maybe his conscience had
finally caught up with him and he also committed suicide... No, maybe not.
From the brief description in the paper, he died a gruesome death. I won-
der who did it...�
Harry moved over to Alison and put his arm around her.
�Ali, I know it�s an awful thing to say, but it�s for the best. At least he can
no longer harass you. He has got what he deserves, finally. It�s probably
someone from the underground to whom he owed money. You, of all
people, must admit that he was no saint.�
�You�re right! I don�t know why I�m feeling so sad or shocked. With his
past there are probably lots of people who�ve a grudge against him... Right!
Shall we go and see the police and maybe they�ll tell us more about what
happened?�
They had spent several hours at the Police station. The only conclu-
sion to which the inspectors and forensics had come, was that the slashes
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on the body of the deceased were made by the claws of some very large
bird of prey.
Alison had been bombarded with questions about his life history, and
why had she not lived with him when she was younger. At one stage, Alison
felt that she was in the prosecution box - the perfect candidate with the
perfect motive for murdering her father.
She departed pale and withdrawn. For most of the joumey back in the
car, Alison remained quiet. Harry hummed along with the songs playing
on the radio. Alison was the first to break the deafening silence.
�Maybe it was me. I loathed him enough. What if it was me? What if,
during the night, I had changed into a bird of prey without knowing, and
attacked him? That way, my attendance would have remained untraced...�
She paused, then continued.
�Oh Harry! What if it was me? What now-you don�t think that in the
future, if anyone was ever to upset me, that I�d ever kill them without
knowing it? God, I wish I�d never mentioned werewolves and metamor-
phosis a few weeks ago. It�s a good thing Robin never got involved with this
confounded project!�
�Don�t blame yourself, Ali. There�s no way you would have done it -
you�re too soft-hearted and forgiving! But, come to think about it, it could
have been either Matthew or myself!"
Instead of returning home, they visited Matthew and told him of Mr
Whitley's death. Now, their minds were preoccupied with figuring out who
had committed the unexpected murder.
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The exceptionally cold night had made his limbs very stiff, but the discom-
fort was over-ridden by the pain he experienced from his stomach. He had
not eaten for at least three days and he was reminded of this fact constantly
as his stomach grumbled and growled fiercely at him.

�Professor Fergere, are you there?� asked Robin. His deep, green eyes
opened and once more they showed Robin�s surroundings and the grave
discomfort felt by the unfortunate boy. A tear rolled down his cheek as he
reflected back, thinking of his far easier life in his real world and more
importantly, the love and support shown by his fellow students. If only he
could be back there now, he could then apologise to Alison for shouting at
her and tell her how much he did love her...
These thoughts were quickly expelled from his mind as the professor
spoke. Robin, remembering that he now had a more important duty in try
ing to save the world from disaster, understood that his sorrows were, for
the moment, secondary.
�Robin, we�re ready, can you open your eyes again? I wasn�t ready
when you had your eyes opened previously.�
Robin did as he was bidden. In search of food, he had travelled quite a
distance that morning from where he had slept the previous evening.
�Is there any way that you can get food to me here? I�m afraid that I
won�t be much help soon, I�m growing weaker and weaker as each moment
passes. For two hours now I�ve been looking for something, anything, that
can be classed as edible, but unfortunately I�ve found nothing."
�Don�t worry Robin, we�ll think of something. Where are you now?�
�I�m approaching what used to be the old ports. I�ve heard rumours
that the System collect supplies from here, but when, I don�t know.�
There was silence. The spectators just stared through Robin�s eyes -
the emeralds -but these jewels held more secrets than the history of any
other prize stones.
Matthew was the first to break the icy silence.
�Going back to getting food to Robin, the main problem we have is that
he�s technically unconscious, so we can�t feed him conventionally through
his mouth. But what if were were to feed him by having him put on a drip? At
least that way we can ensure he�s getting the right balance of vitamins, etc.
And also I�m not too happy at the thought of Robin eating anything
out there, as, if we are correct and there has been a nuclear
holocaust, then isn�t he in danger of eating food that has been contamin-
ated by radiation? The last thing we want is Robin to die of radiation
sickness.�
What Matthew had said was correct, none of them had thought of how
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dangerous it would be for anyone to eat out there. Also the idea of feeding
Robin using a drip was a sensible and easy solution to their problem.
�Matthew, well done. That�s a brilliant idea Alison, go and make the
necessary arrangements. We want the drip connected to Robin as soon as
possible."
Alison did as the professor asked and left the room, taking her coat.
She had not been out of Matthew�s house for days and her eyes felt sore as
they tried readjusting to the sunlight. Now that she was actually out in the
streets of the real world, it was only now that the full impact of what was
going on in that ordinary house dawned on her. She had mixed feelings
about what they were attempting to do. Was it right? That they were going
to try and change the future by preventing a nuclear war? Or should they
just concentrate on getting Robin back here, to his home, where once more
she could act as a mother to him, while they knew he had not been injured
or killed?
To think of these unfortunate, ignorant people- they just lived day by
day, working hard so that they could secure a happy retirement and also
keep up appearances to the other middle-class snobs. If only they knew
what the future, in a year�s time, held! Then it would be a different image
they would portray - no more Mr. Niceguy! From then on, it would be a fight
for survival. But on the other hand, they would probably take the easy
route out by burying their empty, thoughtless heads in the sand. They
didn�t deserve to be saved. This sick society could maybe benefit from
something like the System, to keep a proper order over them...
It did not take long to get the necessary authorisation to have Robin
put on a drip at home, and not in a hospital, though it would have been
interesting to see the faces of the doctors and nurses when they saw
Robin�s eyes.
Before going back to the house, Alison went and did some shopping.
Like Robin that morning, she was also feeling her stomach cry out for food.
Again it had started to rain. As she drove up the High Street, returning to
Matthew�s house, she watched the pedestrians scurry quickly into the
closest shop.
After they had eaten, they continued their adventure with Robin, in
the realms of the future.
�Something important must be afoot, there is too much activity going
on at the port today-it can�tjust be supplies that the System is expecting.
As you can see, there are a lot of armed guards patrolling the place. I won-
der what they have got planned for these unsuspecting souls now. For the
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last few days they were trying desperately to clean up the city and also to
get some order. For the very desperate people, they were even supplying
old clothes, which, however shabby, were a lot better than the old threads
the people had beforehand. You must remember that these people would
have lost all their clothing at the same time that they lost their homes.
What do you think could be the reasoning behind all this? You�ve been able
to see the same things as me.�
�Robin, have the System ever mentioned anything about a Leader?
Have they ever done mass seminars, the dictating of any form of doctrine?
Do you know anything about what sort of political ideals they have and
wish the inhabitants to follow?�
The professor�s tone of voice changed, it was no longer just inquisitive
or finding this an interesting experiment of the capabilities of the mind -
no, to the contrary, this had become a deadly serious reality of what was to
come. As it had been almost certainly a nuclear war that had left thiscityin
such a deteriorated state, then, by finding out what politics the governing
power - the System - held, it could be deduced who, if anyone, had won
this bloodbath.
In the distance they could see a large vessel approaching, silhouetted,
a black image against the skyline. A yellow-grey fog covered the sea like a
thin wash of paint in a picture, glazing slightly the view of anyone on land. It
would be just a few hours now before the ship would arrive.
Robin�s attention was drawn away from the ship, as he heard cries of
protest. A long line of chained people were being forced to come to the
dock. It looked as though the captors must have spent a fair amount of time
seeking out these people who did not look like the usual starving, destitute
crowd that roamed about the streets, moaning. No, these were the stronger
of the people who, by using force and a certain amount of organisation, had
managed to survive quite adequately by stealing food from others, with the
smallest amount ofeffort. How the System had found their hide-away was a
mystery. What the System wanted with this rabble was also baffling. Surely,
they did not just want them as a welcoming party, to cheer and wave at
some unknown figure- there would not be any need for the chains. Maybe
the System thought these people to be a threat of some sort and were going
to execute them. It could have been that the captives, who were getting
stronger each day as more people joined them, had somehow, by what-
ever means, found out about what was going to happen t oday and had
planned some scat of assassination. Knowing how the System worked,
Robin surmised that it would not be long before the System would
make it known what these selected few were going to have done to them.

Always, if any punishments or executions were to take place, the event
would be heavily advertised, so that the rest of the public could take note,
and hopefully, by inducing fear into the masses, a better form of order
could be upheld.
�Robin, this sort of spectacle, does it occur often?�
�No, I�ve never seen this kind of mass persecution happen before. I can
make a few discrete enquiries, that's if you want, but the only problem with
doing anything like that is that one can't ever be sure that who you are talk-
ing to isn�t an informant of the System. It would also mean giving myself
away, by getting out of this hiding place. I may be spotted by a guard from
the System -1 don�t know what they would do to me if they knew that I�ve
been hiding here all morning, witnessing this sudden deployment of most
of their stronghold. Hey, I�ve just had an idea, tell me what you think of this
-if, as it seems, most of the System are assembled here, then what if I was
to go to their main base and see what I can find. They must have someform
of written documentation. It�s not far away from here - say, quarter of an
hour�s walk, that�s if I get up a fast pace. Anyway I can�t see the ship getting
into dock for a while yet.�
�You�re sure that�s not going to be too dangerous? Once there, how do
you propose getting into the place? They�ll still have some guards, and
there must be an extensive network of security.?
�Well, I�ve nothing to lose by going there, I�ve never tried breaking into
that place before and I don�t know of anyone else attempting to either,�
Carefully Robin got out of his hiding place, crept behind the other
stacked boxes and, once the guard had moved and started to patrol in
another area, managed to run away.
Robin kept to walking through the debris of buildings, as opposed to
walking on the roads. More of the System were heading in the direction of
the docks along the roads, and there was nothing worse for tempting fate
than passing them a route.
It was tiring for the rest, just watching Robin and not being out there
to help him. They felt helpless, it was hard trying to advise him when they,
themselves, did not know enough about the place and how the System
worked. But maybe in time there would be something, more of use to the
boy, that they could do. There were mixed emotions about what Robin was
doing On the one hand they were proud of the way he was handling his
situation and the mature manner in which he had grasped the way of sur-
viving in such a run-down place that was run by brute force and violence.
This caused them to feel awe; they stared into his eyes and watched all tbe
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�This won�t take a minute Ali," Robin whispered.
It happened, what he was afraid of-one of the guards had heard his
mumbles. Immediately they started shouting,
�who�s there? Come out now!�
Robin ignored their threats and continued with what he had in mind.
He was right, it didn't take long - he metamorphosed straight into a mouse,
without having to go through a middle stage of transforming into a human
being. Again, it was a spectacular exhibition of his talent, showing how he
could utilise his psychic powers to do exactly what he wanted. He had
managed to change his being just in time, before the guards had reached
the chamber, He crawled into a dark corner and curled his tail in towards
his white, furry body. At last the guards left, they blamed each other for
what they heard previously and continued patrolling their patch. For that
instant the mouse had to keep his eyes closed, as it feared its torch-like gaze
would attract attention and result in the guards trying to capture him -it
would be a novelty to possess a white mouse which also had green eyes
that shone so bright.
Robin had been right earlier on, there were some form of lights that
were run on electricity. There must have been a generator built some-
where near by.
The professor was busy going over the plans of the shafts he had made
when the owl had flown through them. At the same time he had recorded
what each room appeared to be used for. There was one particular area
which did not have a shaft but, if his plans had been sketched correctly,
contained a large space which was unaccounted for. The professor
checked and rechecked his calculations and when he was convinced that
he was right, he gave Robin directions to where this place should be.
It was what they were hoping to find. There were numerous filing
cabinets and shelves, upon which stacks of files sat collecting dust. In a
comer, between the shelves and the largest of the filing cabinets, several
cardboard tubes stood upright. Harry was the first to spot them.
�Robin, don�t you think it would be a better idea that you changed
back to yourself - there�s no way you can read any of those papers if you�re
that size. Anyway, 1 think that those tubes in that comer, to the right of you,
hold some sort of plans. There�s not much time left, you�ll have to leave
soon if you�re to get back to the port."
Harry spoke calmly, but there was a him of severity in his voice. It was
as if he was slightly jealous of Robin having this sort of adventure, of which
he would have given anything to be a part-all that excitement and terror,
where time was the most important and most limiting factor. It beat
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just watching something similar in a film, living in a boring life that was
monotonous and just dragged on.
On the other hand, maybe it was best that it was Robin who was out
there- none of the other students had as much power as their rival. If they
were going to be able to save the world from total destruction and, what
seemed to be an extreme fascist system of rule, then only one person could
be safe, and only one person meant there would be less risk of getting
caught by the System. After reasoning out the bad and good points for hav-
ing Robin out there, an overwhelming feeling of guilt rushed through
Harry. He had no right to feel jealous. That was one of his bad traits, time
and time again he tried overcoming it, but it was in-bred into his character.
He craved anything that offered excitement and danger. He was the sort of
person who was not happy unless he was doing something that, if he did
not get it right first time, could very well cost him his life as the penalty.
Alison and Matthew were the opposite to Harry They also enjoyed a
bit of excitement, but never did they get jealous if someone else appeared
to be doing something extraordinary
Robin had regained his former shape and was busily scanning
through the plans. As yet hehadnot found anything that culd be of imme-
diate use to them. The professor noted the more important of the facts, just
in case they would be needed later. Within one of the older of the scrolls of
plans, a piece of paper dropped out. As Robin read through it he turned
completely pale. Stunned, the reaction of the students and the professor
was similar to that of the young boy.
It all made a lot more sense now. How stupid could they have been? All
this time they had been convinced that they knew what had been the out-
come of the war - that it was probably one of the Superpowers that had
been the victor. At the time of the nuclear war, this sort of inside infor-
mation about the country which had emerged victorious, would have
made a tremendous difference, allowing more of the world�s population to
survive the horrors and devastation created by the explosion of a nuclear
weapon...
Again, they heard the footsteps of the guards, their voices beingrather
muffled due to the sound echoing along the narrow corridors. Once more
Robin went through the same routine of preparing himself before metam-
orphosing, this time changing into an eagle. Swiftly he flew, along the
winding shafts to the air vent through which he had entered, and out into
the cold air.
It was early afternoon now, and the sun�s rays were stronger. They had
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managed to penetrate the initial blanket of cloud, radiating its warmth
below. The bird wept for a short while as it soared high above - Robin felt
sad as he looked down below and witnessed the mournful sight.
It was not long until Robin reached the port. He was just in
time. The ship was a lot bigger than they were expecting- it was rather like
the ones seen in history books depicting the seaworthy vessels
of the Romans. Its oars moved in unison, flowing like the waves of
the sea.
Robin shocked his friends by flying onto the ship and gliding into the
hull. There he remained undetected, perched on one of the beams. He saw
lots of slaves being whipped as they were ordered to row faster. It was so
barbaric, seeing people chained up like animals, although these unfortu-
nate creatures were treated in a far worse way than anyone would ever
contemplate abusing their own animals.
He flew out of the ship just before it reached the dock, making
sure that where he landed he was not seen, but was able to see all that was
going on.
Suddenly everything went silent. Terror swept across the faces of the
members of the System as a short, well-built figure disembarked the
heavily armed vessel. His face was half hidden by the unusual hat he wore.
Robin caught a glimpse of the stranger�s eyes, cold and merciless, showing
no compassion.
The crowd�s attention was diverted as a very worried man ran to the
stranger and spoke apprehensively in a low voice. Whatever the man had
to say displeased his leader and resulted in the very cold killingof the man,
who was obviously a member of the System. The stranger drew his sword
and with one, clean blow, cut the man�s head off. Then, he turned to the
crowd, cleaning the blood off his sword by pulling the blade slowly
between his lips. Blood dripped down from one side of his smile.
Dread dispersed through the entire force of the System as the stranger
spoke -
�Someone has broken into the Regional Headquaters and read
through System documents. The person or persons who committed this
atrocity must be found.�
�Yes Yabushi,� replied the crowd. The majority of the guards split
themselves into groups and departed in different directions.
Despair hit Robin and his friends. The eagle flew towards the streets at
the centre of the demolished city, He watched as the paupers were told of
the break-in.
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t The System waited a few minutes for someone to come forward and
admit to the crime.
No one did so.
Immediately, the System resorted to violence. Beating the men firstly,
until they either died or just fell unconscious from the sheer pain.
There was a shrieking wind of despair, people running in all direc-
tions, trying to find some place to hide. Few could escape before a guard
would cut them down, using a sword or a thrown knife. No longer were
there puddles of water in the streets, but pools filled with blood from
-the innocent. Unsuspecting people, too weak to retaliate, or even have
thoughts of breaking into any complex, especially one that the System
kept well guarded.
They burned down the half-made shelters of the inhabitants, and
stripped a lot of them of them of their clothes, degrading them even more.
The guards were in a positive frenzy--a hysteriaflowed through them
like a current of electricity, resulting in them turning to more violent
means of terrorising the people.
Women were abused in front of their husbands and children. Where
that did not produce a result, children were being tied up in groups and
threats were made to set light to them.
It was not just Alison who felt physically sick at this hideous spectacle
the others sitting next to her had also turned a deathly white.
It was difficult for anyone to run through the streets, as dead bodies lit-
tered the way. Tears and cries of anguish filled the air, the wind carrying the
sounds for miles around. Smoke from smouldering ground spiralled high
up.
�I can�t let this go on... I�ll have to give myself up,� Robin said to the
others, tears streaming from his glazed eyes. He gulped as he tried to swal-
low. Never had he imagined that anything so horrific would happen. These
couldn�t be human beings carrying out such extreme atrocities - no one
could be so inhuman!
Could they?
How much more could they do before they realised that what they
were doing was useless?
�Robin, don�t give yourself up. If you do, then all this will have been a
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The professor felt compassion for the youngster. He could feel the
Pain Robin was experiencing but, no, it would not be the right thing to do,
for Robin to turn himself over to them.

still they have to resort to violence as the ultimate means to an end. It�s in
the human�s genetic make-up to use primitive methods as a way of
exerting their power.�
�Robin, don�t close your eyes. Shutting yourself off from us isn�t going
to help you feel any better. Yes, I do agree with you. People like Yabushi
have abused their right to having life, they have no right to live. But we are
not God and cannot pass judgement on others. All we can do is make sure
that we, ourselves, don�t act beneath our dignity and lower ourselves to
their level of ignorance.�
The professor paused, waiting to see whether what he had said had
had the desired effect of reassuring Robin.
There was silence. Robin was contemplating what the professor had
said. The words churned over and over in his mind, but at intervals he
could hear the screams of the women and children whose lives were
brought to such a cruel end.
He was in twominds, still... the memory of the guards smiling, gloating
at their good work - it was haunting.
�Robin, don�t think about it. It has not really happened, remember
you�re in the future. If you help us, then hopefully this holocaust won�t ever
happen.�
�Okay, you�re right. It�s just that I never ever thought that anyone
could be so callous. Those images are fixed quite strongly in my
mind. But don�t worry, I shall not cut myself off from you, I�ll help as
best I can."
Relief spread across the face of the professor as Robin uttered those
words of recognition.
There was silence as everybody sat deep in thought, thinking to see if
they had overlooked anything vital. They went back over what they had
read in those documents and also the build up of events before Yabushi
arrived.
Matthew was the first to break the silence.
�What about those men and women who had been taken down to the
port in chains? We never did find out for what purpose they were going to
be used. Do we know where they were taken when the bloodbath started?
I think we should find them and see if we can get any more information.
They must be pretty important, they were not touched at all by the System
when it went on its rampage.�
�Professor? Matthew has got a valid point there, that is something
we overlooked during all the excitement. I�ll try the ship first - after
the break in at their stronghold this morning, they will be guarding that
well. Yabushi has probably reprimanded his men severely. I wonder what
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position Yabushi holds in the System... we�ll probably find out soon
enough.�
Robin stopped speaking and flew to the ship and found it heavily
guarded. That morning�s incident must have had a great impact on them.
They were not taking any chances with security - probably the guards
were too scared, worried in case they ended up being executed.
Once he had reached the hull of the ship, he metamorphosed into a
brown mouse and scurried across the floor as silently as possible-he did
not want to end up becoming someone�s delicacy,
The stench of the slaves, who had been used to row the vessel, was
overwhelming, almost enough to knock someone out. The grime and dirt
that coated the planks of wood made it hard for the mouse to move swiftly,
Nearby, an almost starving man concentrated his vision on a cockroach.
Then, like lightning, his hand shot out and grabbed his target. After
briefly inspecting his prize, the man popped it into his mouth and
crunched on it hard. A look of satisfaction spread across his face as he
swallowed.
There were scars on the bare backs of most of the men. Some had
open wounds and their skin looked very raw. There were moans and
coughs. The diseases and infections that these men had contracted, in
such an unhygienic place, must have been numerous. One would have
thought that such working conditions would have been abolished during
the Middle Ages.
It was not just the smell of the crew that filled the hull. As Robin
breathed in he detected the strong smell of a very badly fouled area. There
were no receptacles of any description in which the men could urinate. It
was doubtful that they were ever freed from the heavy, iron chains that
bound them so tightly. Most of them were slumped over their oars, trying
to sleep in the most comfortable position that would suit the small space
available to them.
Two guards came down and removed one of the crew. He was dead.
The poor soul had either died from over exhaustion or some disease - the
former seemed the likeliest.

Robin left this squalid place of hiding and went to explore the rest of
the ship. He did not find what he was looking for.
Before leaving, Robin set fire to the Captain�s cabin, the navigational
charts burning easily. Guards released the crew from the hull-manpower
did not come easily - and the vessel had to be abandoned. It was a spec-
tacular sight, the flames enveloping the whole structure, beautiful against
the rapidly sunsetting sky, black smoke spiralling up to a certain height
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�Professor, what am I going to do about getting them out, it�s well nigh
impossible.�
�Robin, what about finding the generator? If you can put that out of
action, then hopefully for a while the guards will be preoccupied. That will
at least give you some time to get past them.�
�Have you any idea where the generator is? Also... I was wondering,
there must be another air vent that leads to the outside on the ground
floor. Maybe it�ll be better if I can get them out that way. After they are out
in the open air, it�s basically up to them to get over the fence. Then I�ll take
them to that old, derelict building, where I sleep each night.�
�We can only try Robin," replied the professor.
�I think that if there is an air vent leading to the outside on the ground
floor,� said Matthew,
�It should be situated at the wall directly opposite the front entrance."
He spoke hesitantly. He did not like to comment, unless he was sure
that he was right.
Robin scurried away, leaving the captives eating. He made his way to
where the air vent hopefully would be situated. After a careful search of all
the rooms that were against the north wall, he found the air vent to be
under a table. Now that Robin knew where the air vent was, he was able to
proceed in trying to locate the generator.
�Robin, wait a minute, if we think about this logically, then we maybe
able to prevent you having to waste a lot of energy needlessly, trying to find
the generator. Now, the ground air vent is situated on the north wall. The
front entrance is on the south wall. The prisoners, that we want to set free,
are being kept on the east side. Now, the air vent which was situated high
up, just under the roof- that, if I'm right, is on the west wall. The generator
will be in the basement on the west wall because, if you remember, there
was one big tube leading directly down from the air vent. I�m just trying to
think where Yabushi and the guards� quarters are situated, in proportion
to the rest of the main sites... Ah, I remember, they are near the room in
which all the documents and plans are kept - that�s all on the west side.�
�If you are right about where the generator is situated, then that
makes it easier for me to get them out with the minimum amount of fuss."
Robin made his way towards the west wall. He had to be very
cautious, as the professor had been right about where Yabushi and the
guards were. He kept his small mouse face looking down so that the green,
fluorescent eyes would not be noticed.
There were numerous moms, the corridors and the outside of each
room looked alike. All the rooms were exactly the same size, lots of square

boxes, like children�s building bricks placed neatly in rows and columns.
At the end of the row there was a door which was shut. After making sure
there was no one in the corridor, the mouse regained his former being. He
opened the creaking, heavy door and crept in. There it was, the noisy
machine. It sat there in the middle of the room, vibrating as it produced
electricity.
�What do I do with it?�
�Robin, walk round it so that I can get a good look at its structure.�
The boy followed the professor�s instructions. Slowly he walked
around the generator, standing longer at the areas more decorated with
wires and tubes.
�Now, Robin, you see the two tubes that run parallel to each other, the
one that allows the water to go into the generator? Well, the valve along
that tube, that�s what you�ll have to close. Basically, what will happen is
that this will cause the generator to overheat. That way the power should
stop and if the error is not rectified quickly, it will start a fire and eventually
explode. Now, what you�ll have to do is go back to the captives, get them to
:
start going through the vent and then, using your mind, turn off the valve-
jamming it shut completely. Give it three minutes, then short circuit the
elechics. A spark should set the whole thing ablaze. Good luck Robin, I�m
sure you�ll do just fine."
Robin made his way back to the imprisoned people. Just before enter-
ing their confinement, he waited for the guards to walk in the opposite
direction. Then, he changed himself into a human being and sneaked into
the cell.
�Don�t say a word! I�m to get you out of here before they make other
arrangements for shipping you away.�
The rabble stood there dumbfounded, their mouths gaping wide
open. How did this small, young boy get in here and how did he know they
were being kept here? These were the sort of questions whirling around in
their minds. For all they knew he could have been working for the System.
To them it seemed ridiculous that anyone would risk his life to come and
save them.
�Anyway, it would be impossible to escape from this place. I wonder
how this little mite proposes to do it,� thought one of the captives. He was a
tall. broad man - stocky built, probably the leader.
Robin turned to the man and spoke. The man was quite bemused that
Robin had answered the query that had been milling about in his head.
�Yes sir, I can understand you being rather suspicious of me, but you
needn�t be. I can get you all out of here, just listen to what I have got to say
and follow my instructions carefully. After I�ve got you all out of here, I�ll
take you to a place for safe-keeping.�
"But that�s what I mean, there are guards outside the door - we can�t
just walk out of here.�
�1 told you just to listen and to follow my instructions.�
The leader nodded in recognition and bowed his head, somewhat
taken aback.
�Now, don�t mind what I�m about to do next, just follow me and above
all, keep silent. I don�t want to hear a word until we are well clear from here
Under&d?�
Robin stood still and did not utter a word. He started breathing
deeply, there it was again, what had now become his trademark - he
metamorphosed into an eagle. His talons ripped the thick sheet of metal
gauze away from the entrance of the air vent He jumped onto the floor of
the shaft and walked along it, the others following quickly. Robin would
have liked to have flown through the shafts, but he had to guide the prison-
ers through the complex maze of tunnels. The prisoners were still in shock
- never had they seen anything like that before!
Whilst strutting along, Robin concentrated his mind on firstly replac
ing the gauze on the entrance of the air vent, then on switching the water
valve off. He made sure the electrics would cause a short circuit five
minutes after the water had been cut off.
It was not long until the escapees had reached the north wall. Again,
Robin used his talons for tearing the gauze away. As soon as he had got out
of the shaft, the eagle transformed himself back into his true self. The
rebels scrambled out of the rather cramped shaft, shocked again to see
that their saviour had now turned back into a young, scruffy boy. Still they
did not say a word. Robin led them away to the fence.
Suddenly, it happened. There was a mighty explosion and tongues of
fire scaled the walls of the Eastern side. Smoke towered above the building
and reached out across the overcast sky. The red flames looked strangely
beautiful against the pitch black sky. Screams of chaos could be heard.
They reached the fence. Once again, Robin used his mind to give him
the strength to roll enough of the fence up, so that his followers could pass
underneath.
�Well done Robin,� the professor commended,
�That was done very nicely. I think the System should be kept quite
busy for the time being."
He was very pleased with Robin, though he was not sure whether the
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boy had done the right thing in showing the other people what he was cap-
able of. That could have been a bad move. It could have one of two effects;
firstly, they might feel threatened by Robin and try killing him when he
was asleep, or, secondly, they might become very good allies and hence be
of some use.
They followed Robin religiously to the old ruin, where he had slept
the previous night.
He led them down the creaky, dry stairs to the cellar. It was very dusty,
and the place reeked of dampness, with moss and some fungi growing on
the cracks between the bricks.
As soon as they had sat down on the floor, Robin spoke to the group of
men and women.
�It is safe for us to speak now," said Robin. He turned to address the
leader.
�You see? It was not impossible to get out of there. I know you
doubted me back there, but you did have good reason. I expect you have a
few questions that you would like answered by me. After you�ve finished,
I�ve got a few questions of my own that I would like answered. By the way,
what�s your name?�
"My name is James but people call me Jimmy, I used to be a jour-
nalist... before. Now, I don�t know what you did back there, but was it you
that we saw change into an eagle?�
�Yes, you weren�t dreaming, it was I who changed into an eagle. Before
you ask, I�m not a witch of any sort. You�ve nothing to be afraid of. I�m here
to help you fight the System. I need you to cooperate with me, to fight with
me not against me.�
�How did you get to us without the guards noticing you?�
�That wasn�t too difficult once I had planned out a strategy. What I did
was to create a diversion. The System, as you probably know, have a gener-
ator to produce electricity. Well, all I did was make sure that the tubes,
which allowed the water to flow around the engine, could not perform that
vital function. I switched off the valve, therefore causing the engine within
to overheat and hence cut off the electricity. The explosion you heard was
due to me timing the electrics to short circuit, and thus cause a fire, five
minutes after having turned off the valves. That gave me enough time to
get you all clear of the building�
�Have you any parents here?�
�No I haven�t. They died in a fire.�
�Well, it�s a wonder that you�ve survived so long by yourself! Now, you
wanted some questions answered, fire away. After saving us today, we are
indebted to you. If we can help you in any way, feel free to ask.�
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�Now what I need is, firstly, to know what was the exact date on which
they started to drop thehombs?
What I don�t understand is this. I presume
the war was initially between Russia and America, so how come China is
now ruling Great Britain?�
�The date that the first bomb was dropped was on the seventh of
April, nineteen eighty-nine. From what I can understand, as soon as it was
apparent that a nuclear war was inevitable, there were a lot of reports
about the disappearance of people from the most populated cities in
China This had stunned the other nations of the world. The Chinese
leader told the leaders of the main Superpower countries to surrender
their rule to him, before any nuclear exchange commenced. You can
imagine, I think, the general response was a laugh in Mao Tse Chaiks� face.
It was then made known to the world that China had a number of under-
ground cities already built, in preparation for a nuclear holocaust. There
were also rumours that they had been pouring millions, over the last
decade and a half, into scientific research, for the growing of fungi, mosses
and other smaller plants, without light, and without soil. The conditions
which would be available to any plant in a subterranean environment.
Well of course the Superpowers took this all with a pinch of salt. To them it
seemed impossible, their scientists hadn�t had any major breakthroughs
on that front, therefore it was highly inconceivable that the Chinese, of all
people, would have achieved it.�
�You mean to say that they had succeeded in finding an alternative
way of producing vegetation. I can see why now, it certainly does make
sense. Why risk contaminating your nation with radiation from food
exposed to radioactive fallout?�
�Do you need to know any more? I should think that the rest was
quite apparent�
�Where were you getting food supplies? Obviously it was not just
what you were able to find in the streets,�
�No, we got the majority of our supplies from the System: They didn�t
give them to us, we stole bits and pieces off them when their supply ship
came in. There�s one nearly every two weeks. In fact the next supply of
food should be coming in tomorrow."
�Right, I think the best thing we can do is get a good night�s sleep. We
are going to have a very busy day tomorrow. I�ll explain what I propose we
do as soon as I have it all planned out in my mind.�
�Thank you again for what you did for us today. You can count on our
support in future,� Jimmy replied. He then proceeded to order the rest of
his people and then told them where they were to sleep. He had instructed
them to take good care of this strange young boy. They didn�t even know
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his name, but they were quite happy to trust him and help him in the best
way they could.

Robin did not get to sleep until the very early hours of the next morn-
ing. He went outside the shelter to speak to the professor.
�It all makes sense now! I bet you anything that those people were
going to be shipped back to China. They would have been needed to build
more underground cities. The odds are that they have had a population
explosion and are running out of living space.�
�Yes, and what better than to use slave labour. Once finished, they
could proceed to kill them off, like a pair of worn gloves being discarded
after the winter is over,� replied Robin.
�It would be interesting if we could discover how the Chinese
managed to grow vegetation in such adverse conditions: the professor
said, trying hard to think of a way in which he could find out. However, con-
sidering that the food was transported from China to here, it was evident
that there would have been no record of that needed here.
�To think chat the Superpowers, for so long now, have been so con-
cerned and wrapped up in spending billions on weapons, that they didn�t
think that they would all become useless after a war, if some nation, such
as China, prepared for a world after such an event. It�s ironic to think that
what everybody thought of as being a very poor country could have so
much going for it. The leaders had actually considered the fate of their
people in such an event and had succeeded in finding some way of
protecting them.�
Robin had found this quite impressive. He hated the System though,
for their cold blooded massacre of the innocent people today.

In one section of the documents which they had read, they found writ-
ten evidence of killings in China It appeared that the Chinese had slowly
killed off the terminally ill and old people. They had told the families that
there had been nothing they could do for the unfortunate sufferers, that the
state had tried its best. They had blamed the other nations for not cooperat-
ing and giving information about necessary cures for diseases and other
ailments. Really, what had happened was that the people had been �put
down�, like unwanted animals. The Chinese had viewed these people as
being an unnecessary burden. All they would do was eat food, breathe in
valuable air and take up space. To think that doctors and nurses were
meant to be there as people one could trust - one hoped that they would try
their best to save the life of a loved one, not take matters into their own
hands, to choose when someone should die, playing God.
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that a community such as this will never exist. I�m going to find it hard to
readjust to the real world when I return. Leaving here is going to be like
leaving part of myself behind.�
�I�m pleased you�ve come to a decision. I can appreciate how hard it
has been for you, but believe me, I wouldn�t have asked you to leave if I felt
that I was wrong.�
�Shall I go and say goodbye to them?�
�No,� replied the professor after a moment�s thought,
�If you say nothing, they may think that you were killed while flying.
In case you hadn�t noticed, correct me if I�m wrong. but that wind looks as
though a storm is going to follow it shortly?
�Okay, I suppose you�re right. That way they won�t feel as though I�ve
abandoned them. Maybe then they can remember me with fond
memories.�

Now that it had been decided that Robin was going to return to the
real world, it came down to basics, the big question being how? He had
travelled through time to this world, in the future, from his bedroom in
Devonshire Road. It could be a logical idea that he should try getting back
to the time zone, from which he came, by returning to Devonshire Road
and finding the exact location of his house. It was only an idea, as none of
them knew anything about time travelling. However, it was the only thing
they had to work on.
Robin wandered around his make shift shelter, giving it a last look
over before departing from it forever. He took his coat and left, a tear
coming to his eye. The wind was blowing with a vengeance, howling with
anger as the black storm clouds were whisked along hurriedly. There was
thunder, clashing as it waged war against the rain, and lightning which
illuminated the night sky brilliantly. Robin used the lightning as a natural
torch, to guide him through the desolate streets. The storm reminded him
of the night he had murdered Alison's father, Mr Whitley.
This memory was his saving. By picturing himself that night, Robin
metamorphosed into an eagle and depended on the flashback of returning
from Nick�s house to guide himselfback to Devonshire Road and his home.
It was like sleep walking, the way in which Robin found his way back
to the exact spot, as though there was some kind of magnetic force, draw-
ing him to his destination. Once there, Robin spoke to Professor Fergere.
�I�m here. What do I do now? How am I to get back to you?�
�I can�t say... I don�t know. We'll just have to make sure that you keep us
informed as to what you see and feel. We can only advise you.�
Robin sat down in the Lotus position, his legs crossed. He traced his
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thoughts back to what his room looked like, then he put himselfinto a very
deep trance.
�I�m going to return to my bedroom and wake up in my bed,� Robin
said repeatedly. He could feel himself being levitated upwards.
�Robin come to me. My hands are held out to you, hold them so I can
lead you back to me."
�I can�t, I can�t see anything.�
�What do you mean, you can�t see anything? What's stopping you?"
�Can�t you see it? Straight ahead of me, there�s just a bright white
: light Its brilliance forces me to partially shield my eyes, I can�t look at it
directly."
�Is that white light all around you, or is it only straight ahead of you?�
Robin looked around him and replied to the professor.
�Behind me, where I�ve been moving from, the light is still there. To
the left and right of me, there appears to be numerous dark paths. Which of
the paths should I take?�
�Robin! Whatever you do, do not leave the path with the bright light. I
can�t explain why, but instinct tells me that you must follow the bright
light otherwise you�ll be lost from us forever. Your mind will just wander
about for the rest of eternity, lost."
�But I don�t like it on this path. It�s too hot and the light is hurting my
eyes. If I�m to stay on this path, then I�ll have to keep my eyes open.�
�Robin, only keep your eyes partially open and listen to my voice.
Imagine my voice as being a piece of rope tied around your waist, pulling
you towards me. Just keep hold of the rope.�
Professor Fergere continued to call Robin, using his monotone voice.
�Robin, come to me.�
As Robin travelled along the illuminated path, he could hear other
voices, beckoning him to go to them. Their hands reached out to him from
the darker paths. They hummed and, in the distance, he heard the sweet
singing of an Angel - like harmonies. They were so inviting, he so much
wanted to meet the person who possessed the perfect singing voice. It was
a pleasure to listen to it, so relaxing and soothing. It made Robin feel as
though he was floating about with the notion that there were no cares in
the world, that he had entered paradise itself.
He started drifting towards the voice. It was as pure as water trickling
down the mountain side, flowing from the melting ice-cap at the peak.
Other voices were telling him to come closer:
�Come on... you are almost there. Once you get here you can listen to
the beauty of this sweet, innocent singing for eternity.?
He followed the swaying hands that appeared to waft him closer to
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the singing. The voice, like that of the Siren, seemed to be hypnotising him,
drawing him closer. His eyes were wide open but no longer did they hurt
from the bright light. He had left that far behind.
�Robin! Where are you? What�s happened to the bright light?�
�Don�t speak, Professor Fergere... just listen to that song, it�s so pure.
The person singing must be so beautiful. I have to see her!� replied Robin.
The professor�s voice had become fainter.
�Robin? Robin!� shouted Professor Fergere anxiously,
�Don�t let that singing, that chanting, deceive you. There�s nobody at
the end of that path you�re presently following. It�s a trick, just a sound
echoing, produced by other lost souls. They are evil, it�s the forces of dark-
ness that have got a grip on you at the moment.�
�It can�t be evil behind this singing, it�s too beautiful.�
�Robin... now don�t make me lose my patience with you. Just listen to
me. Follow my voice back to the bright light. Ignore the singing, you don�t
want to get lost from us forever. It doesn�t care about you, it has other
motives for keeping you there.�
The professor�s voice had caused the singing to cease, it had shied
away. There was only child-like laughter, mocking Robin�s foolishness.
"You�re lost! There�s no way you�ll find the path you want. No use you
turning around, you�ve been walking round in circles for ages now. Which
direction are you going to go...? See?! You don�t know!�
�Robin," the professor cried out,
�Follow my voice, just follow it! You�ll know if you�re going in the right
direction because my voice will seem louder. I�ll continue to talk to you -
just listen and let me guide you in the right direction.�
The lost souls started to speak again.
�We�d give up if we were you. There�s no use you even trying. It�s
impossible to leave once you�ve got here.�
�I don�t care what you say, I�ll listen to the professor! He�s my friend,
not you.-

Robin blanked out the voices of the lost souls and concentrated on
the professor�s monologue. He was almost at the path when he took the
wrong turning - once more Professor Fergere�s voice was starting to
become more distant. Robin retraced his steps until the professor�s words
became louder. He was almost there, through the dark mist he caught a
small glimpse of light. As he got closer, he could see a beam of light shining
down, like a shaft of morning sunlight shining through a dusty, hazy win-
dow in some old derelict mansion...
Robin jumped. The hair on the back of his head stood up on end as he
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heard a piercing screech from behind him. He glanced back, but saw noth-
ing. He could hear thuds, rather like footsteps, following the same pace as
himself.
�Don�t be distracted by that,� urged the professor,
�They can�t harm you. Concentrate on me, on my voice.�
Robin continued walking at the same steady pace as before. Through
the fog he could see the bright light, like that at the end of a tunnel. It was
so close now, he thought he could almost reach out and touch it.
�Look, professor, I�m almost there! Just a few steps more. I�ll soon be
back safely with you all, where I belong.�
�That�s tight Robin. Now, carry on until you reach the path. Don�t dis-
tract yourself with other thoughts. Concentrate on my voice.�

Finally he was there, on the path. The bright light made him squint for
a moment, as his eyes readjusted to its brilliance. Robin looked down at his
feet - and viewed the strangest scene ever. There was a fine white mist
swirling about. As gaps were appearing between the mists, he noticed that
there was no solid path below him, He was walking in space, a deep blue
and purple sea that seemed to be never ending, going on to infinity.
�How much further do I have to go? Am I close?� Robin asked, his
voice conveying great tiredness.
The last few weeks had been an immense taxation of his psychic
powers. He was mentally, as well as physically, fatigued. A great deal of
energy had been expended; using these resources to the utmost, to ensure
his survival. His pace got slower, his feet dragged, the journey home
seemed neverending.
�I can�t keep on walking for very much longer, I�m too tired. I want to
sleep, to lie on a soft bed, putting my head down to rest and sleeping for
centuries.�
�You don�t want to sleep yet. Change to an eagle, then you can fly
swiftly to your journey�s end.�
Again, Robin followed the professor�s advice. He metamorphosed
into an eagle and allowed his wings to carry him, his feet being given a rest.
The professor�s voice was getting very loud, surely he was approach-
ing the junction between infinite time and his real world, nineteen
eighty-seven. He was accelerating now, out of control, he was being drawn
towards the professor.
"I�m almost there now, I�m going to metamorphose back into my

human self.�
Suddenly, there was a great flash of white light and a mighty clash in
Robin�s bedroom, as the travelling being crashed through from one time
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zone into another. He landed on his bed with an enormous force, and
passed out.

The professor brought the doctors in, to give Robin a thorough
examination.
The boy was all right. The drip was removed and they were given a
special diet sheet for Robin. He slept all that day and night, and woke up at
lunchtime the next day. He had a bath, the first one for at least a month,
something which he was in desperate need of. Then he had a light meal -
boiled, white fish and a couple of boiled potatoes.
Everyone was spoiling him, giving him plenty of love and affection,
making sure that he had everything he asked for. He was waiting to see
when the professor would bring up, in the various topics of conversation,
more questions regarding his life in the other world. It was not until the
evening that the professor decided they should start discussing what
Robin had been subjected to in the future world. They talked for hours,
going into fine detail about the System, their role in ruling the British
people, and how the world was before Robin destroyed the existence of
the governing body, by what was nothing short of a revolution.
Professor Fergere produced the dossier of notes that he had made.
They detailed Robin�s movements and also contained abridged state-
ments of any documents and newspaper articles that they had happened
upon. His writing was undecipherable. Most of the strokes appeared to be
the same and the fact that he wrote his personal notes in German did not
help the matter. It just made it harder for the students to read them.
�Should we start with when Robin first told us of his surroundings?�
said professor Fergere,
�I think, by starting from the beginning, we can add any additional
details that had been over-looked at the time.�
�That�s not a bad idea," replied Robin,
�But, must we get through everything this evening? I�m still very tired
and feeling weak. I should appreciate having an early night. In my mind I
don�t see the point of rushing anything. If we are going to do this, we might
as well take a bit of time over it, to ensure that it is done well. Otherwise it
will all be wasted.�
�Okay, we'll just discuss the area where you first started to inform us
of where you were: agreed the professor.
�I think the first thing area, on which we should start, is to get a more
detailled account of Post-War Southampton.�
�There�s not a lot more I can add to what you�ve already seen your-
selves. When I first went there, I associated the place with death. It was a
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squalid place, to which I wouldn�t even send my worst enemy. The major-
ity of the high-rise, concrete flats were just seen as crumbled remains. I
didn�t go there, to the ruins after dark, it gave me the creeps. That particu-
lar place was haunted, there was a great saddness of lost souls, wandering
about with no place to go.�
�The city was desolate and barren. Nothing would grow there, only
small plants... for example, mosses could grow. When I was first there, it
hadn�t occurred to me that the reason why no plants grew was, in fact, due
to the soil being contaminated with radioactive fallout. What was so nice
there was the sunsets and sunrises. Never have I seen anything as spectac-
ular, the sky being ablaze with such a brilliant red, merging in with all the
other colours of the spectrum. The reflections of the sky on the sea, slowly
rippling and disappearing with the white froth of the waves breaking on
the shore. That is true beauty. The sea itself, during the day, appeared to be
covered slightly by a thin mantle of yellow-grey fog. I don�t know why that
is.�
�The worst thing was the nights, they were so cold. I found it difficult
to sleep - every morning I would wake up, my joints aching and my body
stiff all over. During the day, the sun was almost permanently obscured by
the heavily overcast sky...
Tomorrow, or when we have some spare time, I shall give you a more
detailled description of the main locations that I encountered and where
they were situated.�
�Right That may be quite useful, Robin,� replied Professor Fergere.
He scribbled down his notes hurriedly, in his usual illegible manner.
Robin yawned. He was hoping the professor would take his subtle
hint and suggest that they stopped for now and continue tomorrow. To
Robin�s despair, the professor did no such thing. The grandmother clock
chimed eleven times, then carried on ticking loudly in its monotonous
manner. Before, Robin had not noticed how loudly it ticked. His mind was
diverted to wishful thoughts of sleeping in his comfortable bed, to rest his
weary head on his pillow. This had a great appeal to him at that particular
moment. The more he thought about it, the heavier his eyelids felt. Slowly
but surely they started to close, the voices becoming more distant, until he
heard them no more...
The next thing Robin remembered was being shaken lightly.
�Wake up Robin, it�s time you went to bed," Alison whispered softly in
his ear.
�1 don�t want to wake up. Let me sleep here.�
Robin closed his eyes and tried to fall back to sleep, but it was no use.
Alison continued to speak to him.
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concern was to make sure I survived. All the time, I had to keep my wits
about me. I had to watch that I wasn�t about to be ambushed by a gang of
thugs or, even worse, get caught by the System. The tales I heard, of the
more unfortunate, weaker people being tortured by the System... Anyone
who had been captured was never seen again.�
Robin paused and sat pondering. He shuddered as a tingling sensa-
tion ran up his spine. A tear trickled slowly down his cheek. He got a white
hankerchief out of his pocket, wiped the tear away and blew his nose. It
was only now that he realised, how lucky he actually was, to have been
able to travel back to his real home. To think that, at one point, he had
seriously considered staying there for good.
Alison returned and, putting her arm around her little boy, asked
sympathetically,
�What�s wrong, Robin? Are you not feeling very well?�
�No, I�m all right, truly I am. I was just thinking how lucky I am to be
back here, among people who love and care for me.�
�What did the professor have to say?� asked Matthew, trying to
change the subject quickly, as it was clear that it had upset Robin.
�He�ll be down in about half an hour, he was in the middle of a lecture
when I phoned. One of the other lecturers is off sick today, and he wasn�t
too pleased about taking somebody else�s class this morning.�
�I�m just going to go out and get some tobacco and cigarettes,� said
Matthew.
"I�11 be back soon. Does anyone want anything while I�m out?�
He picked up his jacket and put it on, fumbling about in his pockets,
trying to find his car keys.
�What are you looking for?� asked Harry.
�Oh, drat! I can�t remember where I put my car keys.�
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Robin through his eyes. People travelling in time, this he had found mind
boggling. One only read of this occurring in fiction books, never had he
thought it could actually happen.
�I don�t exactly know how that had happened. What I had initially
hoped to do was just put myself in a light trance to find out whether I was
going to pass my examinations. I didn�t for one moment think I was ever
going to end up travelling forward in time. I was so scared when I first found
myself there. I didn�t know where the hell I was. I thought I was having a
nightmare, but I never woke up. It was weird, knowing that my mind was
somewhere, apart from my body. Though my body was there, it wasn�t, if
you see what I mean. I wasn�t sure where I had travelled to, or even
whether I had, in fact, travelled backwards or forwards in time. My main

�What do you need your car keys for, surely you don�t intend driving
to the comer shop. It�s only about five hundred metres away," commented
Alison Matthew left the room and slammed the front door shut behind
him.
�I wonder how the professor proposes we stop the nuclear war hap-
pening? I think he has his hopes too high, it will be a miracle if he does pull
it off. 1 can�t see anyone taking us seriously. We�ll be branded as a bunch of
crack-pots, especially with an election coming up, people will say we
should set ourselves up as part of the loony party.�
�Yes Harry, I wonder how he is going to make the people aware that we
are not a bunch of loonies out to get publicity, or a group of people who are
scare mongers," replied Alison. Robin sat silently, thinking about the
people he had left behind. He felt guilty because he knew that, sooner or
later, the System would be more than suspicious about what was happen-
ing to their food ships. It would be then that he would be needed to help
them, to combat the warriors of the System. But as the professor had
pointed out to him, if they were to stop the war from occurring then the
System would not have this sinister government over the people. He shut
that disturbing feeling of guilt out of his mind.

�If it�s okay with you all, I should like very much for us to go to the
cinema and see a film. What do you recommend we see, I don�t even know
what�s currently being shown at the Odeon or A.B.C.�
�I agree. I think it would be nice if we had a break and went to see A
Room With A View," replied Alison. She had already seen that particular
film once and had enjoyed it thoroughly.
�After we�ve seen the film we can go to Burger King. That�s if you want,
of course,� she added. It had been a long time since they had been out as a
group and had any fun.
�Thank you Alison. that will be very nice. We�ll wait for Matthew to
return and check that it�s okay with him. He may have already made al-
ternative plans for this evening.�

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much as possible about it while it was all relatively fresh in his mind. A lot
of people would have suffered a nervous breakdown after having been sub-
jected to the same, extreme ordeal that Robin had.
�I�m all right,� said Robin, seeing the concern on the professor�s face,
�I would rather we got all this out of the way now, then I can relax.�
�Okay, that�s fine by me," replied Professor Fergere.
�The elite, ahh yes, they had a lot of courage,� began Robin,
"One had to salute their bravery and foresight.�
�Foresight? What do you mean foresight?" asked the professor, look-
ing up.
"Have I missed something, or am I being plain stupid?�
�Yes, foresight. Maybe I hadn�t told you before, but speaking to Jimmy,
he told me that when it was first announced, you know, the Russians
blocking off the Sraits of Hormuz, that a group of people had made the best
preparations possible for the likely event of a nuclear war.�
�You mean to say it was these handful of people in Southampton, who
didn�t listen to the media and the governments, and had started preparing
for a war?�
The professor sat back in his chair.
�Well! Maybe not all of the public are as stupid and mindless as I had
thought.�
�Can I please continue now?� said Robin,
�N OW , where was I? Oh, I remember, it was about the elite. There isn�t
an awful lot more I can say about them. They were very organised. They
mainly stole food and other necessities from the System, taking these
items when the System had unloaded the crates from the ship. They were
just normal people who had faith in themselves and did not take the same
attitude as the majority of people, those who did not think that it was not
worth surviving after a nuclear war. They had prepared themselves for it,
they had taken the necessary precautions.�

Some time later, the professor declared that he was satisfied and sug-
gested that they move on to the final topic.
�Ah, now the system. As you know, the System was the ruling body
there. It was strange that they had been set up there for almost three years
and no changes had been made. No improvements to the living conditions
of the people had been implemented. It�s little wonder the people didn�t
respect the System. No one can expect respect and co-operation if they
don�t show respect for others. All they did was terrorise the people, ensur-
ing that the masses would be kept weak and in no fit condition to cause
any form of uprising or revolution..."
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Robin turned around to Alison and looked deeply into her eyes.
Something was bothering her... What? He could not quite put his finger on
it.
�Professor, do you mind if we take a short break? It�s half past five and
we�ve been sitting here for approximately three and a half hours.�
The professor acknowledged Robin�s request, nodding his head,
staring longingly at his empty glass and plate.
"Alison, will you come and help me make some tea and get something
for the others to eat? They must be starving as we didn�t eat anything at
lunchtime.�
Alison and Robin left the lounge, leaving Matthew and Harry engaged
in trivial conversation with Professor Fergere.
Once they had reached the kitchen and Robin had switched on the
kettle the boy turned around and made Alison sit down.
"Now, what�s wrong Ali? Is it this morning�s episode with Harry that�s
upsetting you so much? Come on, you know you can speak to me."
�No, it has nothing to do with that. On the contrary, I�m relieved that
that has been cleared up.�
�Well, what is it then?�
"It was talking about the System that upset me. It reminded me of that
bloodbath, in particular the barbaric way which one of the guards chose to
kill that woman and her unborn child. I know I�m being stupid, getting so
emotional over something that hasn�t even happened yet, but...�
�Alison, you shouldn�t be ashamed of being upset. Y OU would have to
be a very cold, inhumane person, not to have been affected by that spec-
tacle, If I had had anything solid in my stomach at the time, then I would
have vomited at the sight. God, how I wish I hadn�t found that way for you
to witness what I was doing there. Sorry Alison, please don�t worry. Hope-
fully we�ll be able to prevent that ever happening.�
Robin went over to Alison and hugged her tightly, holding her close,
making her feel more secure.
�I�m all right, Robin. Come on, the water has boiled, we had better get
on and make the tea. The sooner we finish, the better. We�ll be able to go
and see that film if we get a move on.�
Robin looked into her eyes, viewing each one carefully.
�Are you sure you are okay. I�m here to listen if you need me. I�m your
friend who cares an awful lot about your happiness and well-being. Just
trust in me, everything will work out for the best�
Alison nodded, She felt an extraordinary sensation, the tears that
brimmed unbidden in Robin�s eyes cut her deeply.
�Robin... you�ve changed a lot Since you�ve returned from that place.
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CHAPTER SEVEN

PERSECUTION

T HE PROFESSOR DROVE BACK TO HIS HOUSE AFTER HAVING STOPPED OFF AT A PUBLIC

house where he had several double Scotches. The depression he had been
feeling earlier had set deep within his mind.
That morning he had not been detained at the university to cover for
another lecturer - that had been a false alibi.
What he had been doing that morning was very different.
He had spent several hours on the telephone, trying desperately to
speak to the British Prime Minister. He had had no luck - all his efforts
were to no avail. The only person, to whom he was eventually permitted to
speak, was the Prime Minister�s Personal Secretary. Even this only
resulted in his being informed that the Prime Minister was �engaged in a
meeting*.
He had tried his utmost to make the Personal Secretary understand
that what he was telling him, about a war occurring in under a year from
now, was true and that he was being deadly serious about the whole mat-
ter. He had been treated like some crack-pot trying desperately to get
attention. The more the professor thought about the way he had been
humiliated on the telephone that morning, the more depressed he
became.
�If one�s own Government won�t take one seriously, then there is no
hope of being able to prevent this holocaust from occurring," thought the
professor,
�There is no way on God�s given earth that anyone will take me
seriously. What is to be done? I can�t actually stop the nuclear weapons
from exploding!�
He was not far from his home now, just a street away.
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managed to get a fair amount of the marmalade around his mouth, leaving
a sticky mesa on his chin.
He noticed that Matthew had opened his window. Robin thought this
was strange- Matthew never usually did that because he knew bow much
Robin objected to cold draughts. The boy climbed out of bed and went to
the window to close it. It was then that he noticed the lawn.
�God, it�s been mowed. No, it couldn�t have been Matthew who did it, If
he did, there must be something seriously wrong with him... and breakfast
in bed, too!�
Robin left his bedroom and shouted to Matthew from the top of the
stairs.
�Matthew! What happened to the lawn? Did you happen to be sleep
walking last night, having a terrible nightmare, in which you saw yourself
doing some horrendous job... like mowing the lawn?�
Matthew came rushing up, dropping his lighter on the stairs,
�What do YOU mean, I must have been sleep-walking last night. I�m
always willing to help.�
�Matthew, don�t &getting out of it. Admit it, you like nothing better
than to do nothing. Laziness is your trademark. Who was it, the last time
the lawn needed mowing, who said he was suddenly feeling ill? Come on,
face it - you hate working."
"No need to rub it in. I didn�t sleep-walk, I woke up early and decided
to mow the lawn. Get dressed and then we can leave.�
Matthew left Robin and went back to the kitchen to finish eating his
cheese on toast.
�Huh! The cheek of it. Fancy calling me lazy,� thought Matthew to
himself.
BY the time Matthew and Robin had arrived at the University, Alison
and Harry were sitting in Professor Fergere�s office.
�You�re two minutes late. Makes a change doesn�t it? It�s usually us
who are late. Don�t worry, the professor hasn�t come in yet. It must be
National Be Late Day for the more punctual members of society,� com-
mented Harry, briefly bringing his bead out of his book.
Matthew and Robin found some chairs and drew them closer to
Alison and Harry. They engaged in trivial conversation, laughing about
their night out and how good the film was. It was not until they started to
joke, about the way in which they had managed to persuade the professor
to allow them the rest of the evening off, that they noticed the time, It was
now half past ten and still they had no word from the professor.

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�It�s probably nothing. Maybe he�s been detained by some roadworks

between here and Winchester. He�ll be here soon: said Alison whilst
drinking a cup of hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was the most
bearable of all the drinks available from the drinks machine in the
hallway.
�Guess what Matthew did this morning."
�Come on Robin, shock us," replied Harry.
"Wait for it, roll the drums... He mowed the lawn.�
"You mean...? He didn�t, did he? Gasp, shock-horror! What�s wrong
with you, Matthew? Wasn�t that going against your grain somewhat? Sorry
Matthew, that�s being cruel.�
Harry stopped talking and burst out into laughter, the others follow-
ing his example. Matthew just sat there, his arms folded tightly.
"I don�t care if you take the michaelmas out of me. Just pretend I�m
not here. Canyon, I'll sit here, and when you�ve decided that you�ve finally
recovered, then we can see about finding out why the professor has not
turned up. It's quarter past eleven and he would have got in contact with us
by now."
At that, everyone stopped their fits of hysterical laughter and sat up
straight Harry left the room and went to the Departmental Manager's
office.
�Professor Lion hasn�t heard from Professor Fergere this morning. He
knows nothing of the professor having to go anywhere else this morning,"
said Harry to the students when he returned.
�I think we had better go to his house and see if he�s all right. Robin,
you�ve been to his house before, do you still remember where it is?� said
Alison, turning to face Robin.
"Yes, I should have the address written down on a piece of a paper in
my jacket pocket.�
He rustled through the rubbish in his pockets and finally produced a
rather crumpled up piece of paper.
�Here it is, we better go now."

About an hour later they pulled into the drive of Professor Fergere�s
residence. His car was still parked there and the curtains were closed. The
milk bottles hadn�t been taken in.
�That�s strange, it doesn�t look as though he�s woken up yet," com-
mented Matthew, peeping through the letterbox.
�The place is in total darkness and I can see some letters in the hall-
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commences. It then follows with another index, that shows the exact page
and line a sub-topic begins. Then, finally

- the icing on the cake - there�s a
third index which has the more interesting notes with a page reference
and a line number. Look, on each page he has numbered every line. God,
these notes are so beautifully laid out, it�s going to be so easy to find our
way around them.�
�Yes... And look, it�s not in short-hand or German. That�s a help as
well,� commented Harry, quickly flicking through the pages.
I They all looked through the layout of the index and notes with
awe.
After the students had got over their admiration for the professor�s
method of keeping notes, they started reading. Silence reigned. All that
could be heard was the the ticking of the clock and the occasional chimes.

Simpson had nodded off. Several times he whined in his sleep, at
which point Robin caressed the dog and whispered some words of re-
assurance to him.
�It�s going to he okay, Simpson. We�ll take care of you. Joseph hasn�t
really left us. He is watching over us now. He�s all around us.�

The scribbling of pens moving across the page seemed much louder
than usual.
The clock had not long chimed two o�clock when the absence of men-
tion was finally broken. It was Matthew who was the first to speak.
�If we find something that is important, are we just going to make a
note of it and, when we�ve all finished going through the files completely,
then discuss what we found? Or are we going to discuss the main points as
we go along?�
�Oh, I hadn�t considered that. I thought we were just going to take
notes for now and then discuss them when we had finished. What do you
think, Robin?�
�Well, Alison, I think that we should discuss anything that we feel is
important, as soon as we find it. That way we won�t be in danger of wasting
time by wading through masses of information which may have no bearing
on our main objective.�
�Yes, Robin is right.�
�Okay, Harry. Seeing as the feeling is unanimous, I�ll read out what I�ve
found.
�The heading is �Nostradamus�. According to this, there appears to be
several starting dates, from which one calculates the approximate time
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that these prophecies are to happen. They are as follows:

a) In Nostradamus�s Epistle to Henry II, he states that the starting date
is the fourteenth of March fifteen fifty-seven.
h) But to confuse things more, Nostradamus also says that the start-
ing date is from Creation day, which is four thousand and four B.C.
according to Archbishop Usher in sixteen fifty.
c) A person called Wollner said that he thought the starting date was
four hundred and eighteen B.C.
d) This is the last starting date. Apparently it�s widely accepted that
the beginning date was that of the Council of Nicaea in three hundred and
twenty five A.D.
Here he has listed verses - some sort of riddle -below which the pro-
fessor has written his own conclusion as to what he thinks they apply. I�ll
read all the verses first, then tell you what he has written.�
Matthew took in a deep breath before reading the rhymes aloud.
The scourges past the world gets smaller,
Peace for a time lands inhabited:
People will travel by air, land and sea:
Then wars will come again.
Weapons will fight in the sky for a long period,
The tree in the middle of the city will fall:
Rats, disease, steel in the face of revolution,
when Italy falls.
At night the rainbow will appear near Nantes,
Fountains of water will rise from the sea;
A great fleet will be sunk in the Persian Gulf,
In Germany a monster, a bear and a sow.

They�ll think they�ve seen the sun at night
When they see the half-hog man:
Noise, screaming, battles are seen in the sky,
And brute beasts will be heard talking.
So a great famine caused by a pestilence,
By long rain of the Arctic Pole:
Sam R. O�Bryan a hundred leagues from the earth,
Shall live without law, exempt from politics.
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marker in between the pages so that he wouldn�t lose his place. It was now
nine o�clock and the Civic Centre clock could be heard chiming nine
times. Robin went upstairs and brought down his easel, sketch pad and
drawing pencils.
�It worked last night - I did feel a lot more relaxed after having drawn
that face,� thought Robin to himself.
Within about half an hour he had produced another masterpiece. It
was a sad picture, depicting a post-holocaust city, with score of people
lying dead in the half-demolished streets.
Robin showed the others his drawing.
�Look! What do you think of this? Now do you believe that I drew the
other picture last night? I was alone in the same room as myself, so there's
no excuse - you have to believe me."
�It�s a bit morbid, isn�t it?� observed Harry,
�What possessed you to draw that for heaven�s sake? It doesn�t look
much like Southampton, not as we knew it. I wonder where it�s meant to
be...�
�To tell you the truth, Harry, I don�t know why I drew that. I just felt
like drawing. I didn�t think I would end up producing something like that.�
�I know where that�s meant to be... it�s New York, I�m sure of it! I went
there a few months before I came here.�
�Are you sure, Matthew?�
�Of course I�m sure, Robin. I wouldn�t have said so otherwise, you
should know me better than that. I never say anything if I�m not ninety-
nine percent sure of being right.�
�No, I suppose not Anyway, it�s half past nine approximately, and I�m
starving Can we eat before continuing? We haven�t had any lunch.�
�Yes, I�m also very hungry. I was wondering when we would have a
break,� replied Harry, They all got up and went into the kitchen, Simpson
following close on Robin�s heels.
�Where�s the mincemeat gone?� said Matthew, turning from the
almostempty fridge,
it?�
�I bought some mincemeat yesterday... what the hell�s happened to
�Mincemeat?�
�Yes, Robin - mincemeat. Didn�t you hear me properly or are you
becoming a parrot in your spare time?�
�You don�t have to get personal. I won�t tell you what�s happened to
the mincemeat otherwise."
�Robin, I�m rapidly losing my patience. If this is meant to be some sort
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of practical joke, then I don�t find it very funny. I�m starving! Now, stop fool-
ing around and give it back here.�
�Matthew, I hate to tell you this, but I can�t give it back to you.�
�What do you mean, can�t give it back to me?�
�Exactly what I said. I can�t give it back to you. You see, it�s already
been eaten.�
�Who has eaten it?�
�Well, you see... Simpson was hungry, and he hadn�t eaten anything
today. There was nothing else that I could give him.�
�You mean that we are going to have to starve because that dumb dog
ate our mincemeat?�
�He�s not a dumb dog. Anyway, I think you�re being very selfish, think-
ing of your own stomach all the time. There�s cheese and eggs in the fridge.�
�I�m sick and tired of eating eggs..."
�Come on, you two,� interrupted Harry,
�Enough said about the mincemeat, there�s no use arguing over some-
thing that�s already happened. Look, Alison and I will treat us all to either a
meal at Pizza Hut or Burger King. Now, make up your minds which it is to
be. Don�t sulk, shake hands. No harm done�
Matthew and Robin shook hands and apologised to each other.
�I think that we should go to Burger King because we haven�t got
enough time to spare, waiting at least twenty minutes for our food to be
served at Pizza Hut. What do you think, Matthew? It was your mincemeat
that I had fed to Simpson.�
Matthew agreed to Robin�s choice of eating arrangements.
Harry drove them to Burger King.
About half an hour later, they rolled out of Burger King, their
stomachs feeling rather uncomfortable.
�I�ve eaten miles too much. I�ve got a sickly feeling in my stomach, the
slightest uncoordinated movement hurts. All I want to do now is lie down
and not have to move.=
�I agree with you, Alison. My stomach feels as though it has grown
several metres in girth. It�s as though I�ve got a football being chucked
about inside there, or maybe the whole team�s having a knock about.�
There were only groans to be heard from the occupants of the car as
Matthew drove them back to the house. Clutching onto their stomachs,
they staggered out of the Car, up the concrete path and sprawled them
selves into the nearest available armchair.
�I know we�re not feeling quite at our best, but I do think that we
should continue with our reading," said Robin,
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CHAPTER TEN

FEARS

�All this time, and we hadn�t thought of it.�
�Robin, what haven�t we thought of?�
�Don�t you see, Matthew? It�s the note that the professor had entered

after the rhymes written by Nostradamus. Nostradamus claims that the
Third World War starts in August nineteen eighty-seven, but we know that
the bombs are actually dropped in April nineteen eighty-nine.�
�What he obviously meant, was that the verbal war started in August.
If we were to stop the events that lead to the beginning of the verbal war,
then we won�t have the problem of stopping the nuclear war.�
�That�s fine, you saying that we should stop the events that cause the
war, but we don�t really know what the events are until April the fifth, nine-
teen eighty-nine, and by then it�s too late.�
�Matthew, think of it. The Russians block the Straits of Hormuz. To do
that, the Iranians must have given the Russians authorisation to mobilise
their armies within Iran. All we have to do is make sure that the authorisa-
tion is never given. Understand now?�
�Not bad, Robin. Not bad at all. You may just have something there.
Now, is there anything else that we could do, or anything that we may have
overlooked?� asked Harry, resting his chin on his hands, pondering.
Robin�s new perspective on the matter had suddenly opened up a var-
iety of possible solutions to the problem. His imagination was running
wild.
�Yes, Harry Something does come to mind. It was something you
said... In one of the files that you were going through, there were records of
the other students that the professor had been working with before us.
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/

Can you please digit out? I don�t know why, hut I�m sure that there�s some.
thing that we�ve overlooked in that lot.�
"Okay, Robin - whatever you say. But personally, I can�t see any
reason why you should want to have a look through them."
While Harry was searching out the information, Matthew and Alison
disappeared into the kitchen to start preparing lunch.
For once, lunch did not merely scrape into the bracket of �eating
while it was still light outside� - on this occasion it was the more con-
ventional time of half past one. Matthew was pleased that they were not
having bacon and eggs again, but instead were going to eat a meal which
could be classed as �proper� food. The smell of the lamb chops being
grilled whet his appetite. Alison was busy preparing the salad, watching
over the potato waffles.

Robin took the comprehensive records that the professor had made
on his past students. He skimmed through the notes, carefully checking
for any exceptional capabilities that any of the students may have pos-
sessed. He had looked at eight different profiles and had not come across
anything that had caught his attention -none of them appeared to have
any special talents.
Finally, he came to one that could have bee� a possibility. Martin
Gaugh, he was twenty years old at the time he worked with the professor -
approximately four years ago. He had shown great promise, having the
ability to bend metal by stroking it very lightly. However, that was one of
Matthew�s specialities, and when Matthew did it, he didn�t need to touch
the metal.
No, Robin was looking for someone who had psychic powers compar-
able to his own. For what he had in mind, he needed someone with
amazing abilities...
His concentration was interrupted by Aliso� calling from the kitchen.
�Robin, lunch is ready. Come on, it�s on the table. Don�t let it
get cold.�
The smell of the food wafted into the lounge. It smelt very tempting.
Robin�s stomach talked him into leaving what he was doing and following
the scent to its source.

�Robin, have you found anything of interest? What were his past stu-
dents like, any of them as good as us? Actually, that�s a stupid question -
no one could be as good as you.�
�Thank you for your compliment, Alison. No, as yet there is nothing
that could help us in any way?"
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It was not long before they had finished eating and Robin was back
looking through the records of the professor�s past students. Simpson
came into the lounge and sat beside Robin on the floor. He peered over the
boy�s shoulder, desperately trying to gain his attention.
"Ahh, I�ve been neglecting you again,� said Robin, stroking Simpson
absently.
Suddenly, he jumped and shouted out loud to the others -
�I found it! I found it!�
They came rushing into the lounge from the kitchen.
�What�s all the shouting about?�
"Alison, it�s here. This is what I�ve been trying to find.�
"There's no use just flashing a thick wadge of paper at us. We can't read
it from here,� said Matthew, impatiently.
�Who is it that you�ve found? Does he or she have a name?�
�Give me a chance to speak, Harry. With the way you�ve all bee�
throwing questions at me, I haven�t had a chance to get a word in.�
Robin consulted the papers.
�Her name is Helen Parker. She must be about thirteen years old now.
She worked with the professor about five years ago, but only stayed here
for one year."
�The professor sent her back to her parents in New York, but they still
kept in touch by sending each other letters. There�s stacks of the things
here. According to the last letter, it seems that she was the youngest per-
son ever to get into one of the best Art Institutes in the United States."
Robin looked back to his papers for a moment.
�Listen to this. It seems that she gained her powers from having an
electric shock when she was a lot younger, roughly at the age of four. Her
parents claimed that, since that electric shock, she was able to draw per-
fect, detailed sketches, of places that she had never been to. Professor
Fergere concluded that, perhaps when she had suffered the electric
shock, it was the equivalent of blowing a fuse. This in turn, made
her totally susceptible to the forces of the earth. This so-called �fuse
blowing� would either have made her totally non-psychic, or possibly
have given her a great amount of psychic power, more than we could ever
imagine!�
The others listened to Robin, engrossed.
�That was only the Start. The rest, if you�ll pardon the expression, is
mind-blowing!�
Robin flicked through a couple more pages.
�If circumstances hadn�t forced the professor to send Helen back,
the� there is no telling what she would have been able to do by now.
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Although, it seems from the letters that she wrote to to the professor, that
they continued to experiment...�
He paused for a moment, thinking.
�I wonder whether she knows that the professor has committed
suicide."
His eyes suddenly lit up and he started trembling from his excite-
ment. He stared wildly around the room. It was clear that he was not
looking at any set object, but imagining something
�Robin. Robin! You�re cutting us off. Remember, we�re meant to be
working as a team now. What�s going on in your mind?�
�Yes Robin, Harry is right. You�ve put up a barrier, preventing us from
knowing what you�re thinking about. Now, none of us do that to you. We�re
always totally honest with you.�
Robin turned around to face Matthew. His eyes showed great anger, a
fire could be seen to bum within them. He clenched his fists tightly and his
voice tremoured from the anger as he retaliated to Harry�s and Matthew�s
accusations.
�I�ve done no such thing! It�s your own fault if you can�t always read
what�s on my mind. You�re both so wrapped up in competing against each
other, trying to win Alison�s favour, that you allow your emotions to take
precedence over your work. How can you expect to concentrate your
mind on anything?"
Harry was just about to interrupt but Robin cut him short.
�Shut up, Harry! Listen for once, concentrate your weak mind on
what I�m trying to explain and not on what you want to say.�
Robin quickly glanced to see what Matthew�s reaction had been to his
outburst but, as always, Matthew was not showing his feelings. His face was
totally expressionless.
"Now, all I want from you all is total commitment and loyalty, until this
project has been completed. Then, you can rest your efforts and do what-
ever you want in your private lives."
Robin looked round at them all, then continued more quietly.
"I'm sorry about my outburst. But you must try and understand the situ-
ation we�re in I shouldn�t have blown up at you like that, but I�ve been under a
lot of pressure lately. So please, if you want to be a part of this and help, then
bear with me and don�t put any extra, unnecessary pressure on me.�
Again, Robin paused.
�So, Matthew and Harry. No hard feelings, is all forgiven?�
Robin went silent. It was Matthew�s expressionless face that had
been responsible for his sudden change of manner.
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Matthew was a lot stronger than Harry and, if he had been pushed
too far, would have left and allowed Robin to do what he wanted. Harry,
being quite a weak character and easily influenced by Matthew�s actions,
might well have followed suit
Although Robin�s psychic powers were more than all the others�
combined, he would need them for what he had planned. Also, he had
been put in their care. The last thing he wanted was for them to abandon
him. The professor had warned him in his letter to be patient with them.
�Okay Robin, I forgive you. But don�t think that I�ll stand for your
tantrums again. You�re not the only one who is under pressure. Remem-
ber, from your trip into the future, it seems that we get killed. So you
must see that this �project�, as you put it, is very important to us. Our
lives depend on its success."
�Sony Matthew, but thank you for understanding this time. I pro-
mise that I�ll try not to lose my temper again."
By now the fire in Robin�s eyes had died down completely. There
was only peace in them.
�What were thinking about before. Robin?� asked Alison, trying to
change the subject. All this time she had remained quiet, keeping out of
their argument A long time ago, she had sworn to the professor that, what-
ever happened, she would take care of Robin and never abandon him.
�I�m not sure how we are actually going to prevent the events that
will be responsible for the war,� said Robin, thoughtfully,
�But a gut feeling tells me that, whatever it is that we eventually
decide to do, we'll need someone else who possesses the same sort of
capabilities as ourselves.�
�So what do you want to do regarding Helen - that was the name of
that girl, wasn�t it?� asked Alison,
�It�ll make a change, not being the only girl in the group."
�Yes, her name is Helen, Helen Parker...�
Robin suddenly turned to Alison.
�God! It�s only just occurred to me. Wait, I�ll show you! Look at this
photograph in the file. That was taken when she was eight years old.
Now, see the drawing I made? Don�t you see? That�s her!�
�Robin, I hate to shatter your illusions, but I bet you anything that it
wasn�t you who drew that. It was Helen.�
�What do you mean, Harry?�
�It was your hand that drew that, but it was in accordance with
Helen�s guidance. It was her mind that compelled you to draw it.�
�If you�re right about that, then it wasn�t me who drew that post hol-
ocaust scene, but Helen. She must have been drawing the picture at the
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same time as myself. And Matthew was right, if it was Helen, then, as
she lives in New York, the picture that I drew was actually set in New
York.�
�To think that your hands had been an instrument of communica-
tion,= said Alison, dazed by the sudden understanding,
�She had probably sent out some sort of S.O.S. hoping that someone
would pick it up.�
Alison was very sensitive, and considering the early part of her
childhood, it was not surprising that she was upset by seeing people,
especially those that she loved, arguing.
Suddenly, she felt threatened by Helen. Alison knew that Robin was
not one to exaggerate. He was excited at finding the file on Helen and
was convinced that she had just as much power as himself. If that was
the case, then it would be very hard to control her. Helen could use them
to do whatever she wanted - she had managed it with Robin, so what
could stop her from doing it to the rest of them?
�Alison! Alison!�
She was not aware of any of the others trying to gain her attention.
Matthew waved his hand in front of her face -she did not blink. She just
continued to look straight ahead, as though there was nothing in her
view.
"Harry, help me sit her down! I don�t want her to fall over.�
Moving Alison, jolting her slightly, finally brought her back to the
real world.
�Alison, what was it?�
�Oh... nothing.�
Still in a slight daze, she turned around to face Matthew. Her face
appeared to be startled at his question. For a brief moment she did not
take his concern to be as innocent as he had intended it to be. Still she
was feeling threatened.
"Sorry I asked! I was only concerned. I didn�t think that me showing an
interest in how you were feeling would cause offence. There was no need
to snap back at me. God, it must be contagious. First Robin, and now you.�
He turned to Harry and continued, sarcastically,
�I think that we should remain silent. Whenever we speak, we end
up getting our heads bitten off."
�Sorry Matthew!� said Alison,
�I didn�t mean it to seem as though I was snapping at you.�
�As long as you�re okay, then that�s all that matters. Are you sure
that you�re okay? Tell the truth�
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�All right... if you�re sure you want to know...�
Matthew nodded his head.
�It�s silly, but I was thinking that, if Helen was able to control Robin
- i.e. making him draw those pictures - then, what�s to stop her from
doing the same to us. Or something worse."
She shook her head,
�See? I told you it was stupid!�
�No, Alison," said Harry,
�It wasn�t silly. Of course there is always a threat, hut that�s a chance
we�ll have to take�
"Harry, I can�t see that she would actually use her mind to try and
control us,� said Robin,
�Remember, she must have had the same sort of visions as myself
to have drawn that picture. I think that she was frightened, looking
for someone to help her. I very much doubt we�re taking a chance at
all.�
�I agree with Robin,� added Matthew. He turned to Robin.
�How do you propose getting in contact with Helen?�
�Well Matthew, what do you think of me racking up the telephone
bill? I promise you that it won�t be a common occurrence. It�s only so
that I can introduce myself to her. Then after that we can communicate
with each other using telepathy. Don�t worry, try trusting me.�
�Well... how long are you thinking of speaking to her on this initial
phone call, Robin?�
�Don�t worry, Matthew. I think that, somehow, she knows who I am.
Really, it�s a sort of confirmation phone call, telling her that I picked up
her messages.�
Robin flicked through the file and the letters, looking for the tele-
phone number. He remembered seeing it somewhere, but he had
skipped through so many pieces of paper that he could not quite recol-
lect where he had seen it.
�There! Found it.� said Robin, waving the piece of paper around in
front of the other students.
�What are you going to say to her?� asked Alison,
�What if she doesn�t know anything about you - she may not have
realised that anyone was going to pick up those pictures whilst she was
drawing them. Remember, she�s an art student They may have been part
of her course work. She may not realise why she had drawn the post hol-
ocaust picture of New York.�
�That�s a chance that I�ll have to take. But, whatever, I just want her
to know about me. After that, I�ll tell her what we�re up to, telepathi-
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ically... God, we�ll have to break the news to her about the professor�s
death I wonder how she�ll take it. She couldn�t have been too emo-
tionally attached to him - she still has her parents.�
�What�s the time difference between here and New York, Matthew?�
�Approximately five hours.�
�Well, it�s not going to be a good time for Robin to try phoning her
up now,� remarked Alison,
�It�s twelve o�clock there, she�s probably eating. I�d wait about two
hours.�
�I hadn�t even thought about there being a time difference.�
�Well, Robin. It only just occurred to me that, when you were
drawing her portrait, it must have been about twelve o�clock midnight
there, and the latest one must have been done sometime during the
morning.�
�Well, whatever, it was something for which I hadn�t accounted. But
I�ll take your advice and not telephone her for a couple of hours. I�ll just
go and feed Simpson and put him out in the garden.�
As soon as Matthew had checked that Robin was in the kitchen
attending to his pet, he spoke seriously to the others in a low tone of
voice, listening carefully for Robin�s return.
�He�s got something in mind, hut he�s not saying. Somehow we�re
going to have to get him to tell us! God, he�s pot up a good act, but he
does know how he thinks the holocaust should be prevented! I�m sure
of it!�
�Matthew, you can�t be completely sure. He knows he will have to
tell us sooner or later, there�s no way he would be able to do anything
like this on his own!�
�Haven�t you noticed a change in his attitude, Many? Ever since he
came up with that idea earlier on, he�s been much more calm and col-
lected about the whole affair. Think - you�ve seen how much power over
his mind he has, he doesn�t have to consult us over anything! If Helen
has got as much power as he makes out, and if he�s able to persuade her
that what he wants to do is for the best... Well, we can�t be certain and we
must keep a careful eye on him.�
�He�s only young, Matthew. He still needs us for advice. Now relax,
give him time. He�s like yourself in some ways - you never like to com-
ment on any ideas you have, unless you�re sure that they�re going to be
right. He�s just being careful. Like everyone, he doesn�t want to end up
with egg on his face. The success of this project is the most important
thing in his life. He�s working flat out for the Professor."
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�Alison, he can�t he trusted. He doesn�t mind how he goes about get-
ting his own way, as long as he succeeds. He killed your father and his
own parents at a drop of a hat He needs to be kept under tight control.
He believes that the end does justify the means... Enough said, he�s com-
ing back now!�
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CHAPTER ELEVEN

DECISIONS

IT WAS NOT TOO BAD A DAY, AND THE BBC HAD, FOR ONCE, MANAGED TO GET THE
weather forecast right. Until about nine o�clock that morning, it had rained
very heavily. After that downpour, the sky had cleared up and the sun
shone brightly. The warmth from its rays spreading evenly, like a blanket,
covering over the whole of the city.
The young group made the mistake of going shopping in the City
Centre. They had thought that, being a Wednesday, most of the people
would be working. But no-- the whole of the precinct was buzzing with life.
A sea of unfriendly faces, pushing and jostling each other.
It had been a disastrous outing. Harry and Robin could not stop
arguing, and this had the effect of involving Alison, who felt some
maternal need to protect Robin. Matthew had been wise and had kept
silent.
All the way back to their house, not one word was uttered. Beads of
sweat dripped from Harry�s brow. His arms were folded tightly.
�Stop sulking, Harry. Only children get stroppy like that.�
�I�m not sulking, Alison. Anyway, it�s between Robin and myself, not
you!�
�Okay. Please yourself. This childish behaviour you�re currently dis-
playing is only hurting yourself, no one else.�
Robin stopped off at a newsagents and bought an ice cream for every-
one except Harry. Harry turned his nose up, pretending that he did not
really care about ice cream. In truth, he was just as hot as everyone else,
but could not bring himself to swallow his pride and apologise for his
foolish behaviour. His arms dropped from being crossed, and he stuck his
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thumbs into his pockets. For the remainder of the walk home, he dragged
his feet sluggishly.

Robin felt pity for his behaviour. Harry was not gaining sympathy -
on the contrary, he was making a complete fool of himself. Professor
Fergere had instructed him that he was to keep the group together. That
was, of course, until he was strong enough to look after himself...
"Harry, I�m sorry, it was my fault. It�s the weather - it�s so hot that I
must be getting irritable. Shall we call a truce?�
Robin offered his hand to Harry who, after pausing, took the hand and
shook it.
�I forgive you, but no hard feelings, okay?�
Robin conceeding had made Harry feel bad. It was now that he
realised how childish he had been, that really it had been Robin who had
won the situation.
It was now two o�clock, and they were all starving.
�Isn�t it today... that Helen should have returned from Paris? That was
what her parents told you, wasn�t it Robin?�
�Thanks for reminding me, Harry. I had completely forgotten about
that. In fact, I think it was yesterday that I was meant to phone her. I'll just
go and attend to Simpson, then I�ll phone her.�
�It�s okay, I�ll feed him. You go and phone Helen.�

�Is that Helen?�
�No, I�m her father. Wbo are you?�
�I�m Robin.�
�Oh, the Brit. I'll go call her.�
Helen�s father placed the handset down onto the table and his boom-
ing voice could be heard by Robin.
�Helen, that boy I told you about is on the phone."

�Hi, it�s Helen here. You�re Robin, right? My Dad said you tried phon-
ing a few days ago."
�Yes, I�m Robin.�
�Why are you calling, and where did you get my name from?�
�Does the name �Joseph Fergere� mean anything to you?�
Suddenly, her defences shot up.
�What do you know about Joseph?�
No one except for her parents and Professor Fergere knew where she
was.
�Professor Fergere looked after me, like he did with you,� said Robin,
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�We have a lot in common. I can explain the matter a lot better to you,
not with words over the telephone, but with thoughts. Do you understand?
Don�t blank your thoughts off when I put the receiver down. I need your
help. If not for me then for Joseph.-
�What do you mean �for Joseph�? Does he need me? What do you
want from me?�
�Look, Helen, calm yourself down. I�ll explain to you soon. Now, when
you�ve put the handset back down, go to your bedroom and lie down.
Relax yourself, you�ll hear from me then. Goodbye for now."
�Okay, but..�
By now quite distraught, Helen did not have time to finish her sent-
ence. Already, Robin had replaced the handset.
Helen sat on the stairs, bemused by the mysterious phone call. Her
chin held in her pale, delicate hands-contemplating the whole affair, she
could not understand what this boy wanted from her. Professor Fergere...
not once, in any of his numerous letters to her, did he mention Robin. But
as she thought back to all the letters she had received, the professor had
mentioned that he was quite excited about a young boy who was under his
supervision. He never had named the boy in question...
This still did not explain why Professor Fergere had not contacted
her. Instead, she had received a totally unexpected telephone call from a
complete stranger.
Also - it worried her - the fact that, what she had understood as
being behind her, had suddenly caught up with her.
After the circumstances that resulted in her having to leave Great
Britain, she had thought that she would never again be called upon to use
her psychic powers.
Suddenly she felt awful. She could not pinpoint the cause of this over-
whelming sadness, but she could feel the unhappiness rushing up through
her, a terrible wave of despondency surging over her body.
Slowly, she stood and trudged up the staircase, holding the bannister
tightly to keep herself from falling. The shock of hearing someone, totally
unknown to herself, uttering her beloved friend�s name, took a lot out of
her. She began to feel weak and nauseous.
Though she did not know it, this initial contact of minds between
Robin and herself was going to be the start of a union which, in the not too
far distant future, would change their destined fate and also that of the
people of the world.
She lay on her bed in the corpse position and concentrated her mind
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on listening out for the voice of the unknown person - the person who,
somehow, had managed to draw her into submitting to him. It was as
though he had some compelling force over her. No one but the professor
would have been able to make her use her mind while she was in a con-
scious state. But he, Robin, had succeeded in doing so.
Helen ran her lilly-white fingers through her long, mousey hair,
moving it away from her eyes and forehead. Her eyelids slowly closed,
cutting off the distractions of her bedroom, her artwork hanging on the
walls...
�Helen? It�s me, Robin. Now, I don�t want you to say anything, not until
after I have finished saying what I want to tell you.�
�Okay, Robin...� replied a faint, bewildered voice.
�I know that my calling you has been a shock, but believe me, I
wouldn�t be asking you to help me unless it was of the greatest importance.
I�ll start from the very beginning - that way you�ll understand more
easily what I�m about to tell you.
Not long ago, my mind somehow travelled forward in time. I had no
idea what was happening. I became very ill and it was the professor�s idea
to put me under hypnosis in order to find out what was bothering me. It
was then that we found that I had travelled in time to the date of April
nineteen eighty-eight. There I witnessed the horrors of living in a
post-holocaust Britain. When enough information had been gathered
about how the war had started, and who was the final victor of this full-
scale conflict, I only just succeeded in travelling back in time to now. Soon
after returning here, the professor had tried to make the Government
aware of the oncoming disaster. He didn�t tell them how he came about
this information - he was protecting me and my colleagues from being
exploited by the politicians. So that he wouldn�t be persecuted himself, he " committed suicide...
�What did you say? Tell me it can�t he so!" her mind cried,
�I don�t believe you, Joseph can�t be dead. Oh no, please say it�s not
true, please!�
She moved restlessly across her bed. This came as a great emotional
blow to her. The professor had treated her as his own child-she could re-
late to what Robin had said about him, protecting his friends from the
government. He had done the same for her.
�Helen, it�s true. I found him myself. I know how you must be feeling, I
cried for days. Please believe me and trust me. Before the professor died he
had written a letter to me. In it he explained why he had taken his life - it
was for me. He didn�t want anyone to know about my powers, until I was
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stronger and older. But what he had asked me to do, for his sake and
memory, was to somehow stop the war from happening. He said not to
allow emotion, my emotions, to cloud my vision of what I was to do. You
must do the same. Joseph did what he did to save us and the world. Don�t
let his death go to waste. Do you now understand? Though he�s not here
on earth with us physically, he�s all around us. He wrote in his letter that he
would always be with us. I believe him and so must you. We don�t have
much time now.�
Helen remained silent, twisting her hands in anguish. She felt
as though her heart was being splintered, sharp dagger points turning
slowly within her, causing her terrible pain. A tear ran down one side of
her face.
�Robin, what are we going to do? Are you sure that we are going to
have a nuclear war in nineteen eighty-nine?�
�Yes Helen, I�m sure. I wouldn�t joke about anything as important as
that. Something that puzzled me for a while was that I started drawing
some pictures for no apparent reason. My friends were surprised to see
them -you see, I�m no artist. I drew a portrait of you, before I knew of your
existence, and also 1 drew what only could be described as a post-holo-
caust scene of New York. Now, did you draw those pictures yourself
anytime during the past week?�
�Yeah, I drew both of those. How did you know that?�
�Well it was a colleague of mine that came to that conclusion. You see,
I was going through the professor�s files when I came across your name.
When1 told the others your name and where you lived, Alison saw the con-
nection. She said that, as I�d named the portrait as being Helen and also
drawn the landscape of New York - well, we guessed that I must have been
copying your drawings. That was the only sensible conclusion we could
think of.�
�Oh, I get it now. What probably happened was that, when I was draw-
ing these pictures for my course work, my subconscious was sending out
some sort of signal. I�d been having these nightmares over the last month. I
used wake up during the night screaming and crying, cold sweat literally
dripping off my body.�
�What exactly did you see, Helen?�
"It was horrific. It was a city, but it had deteriorated so much that there
were people wandering around hungry. There would be people, lying in
the sides of streets, dying. Weak hands stretched out, begging for food... I
don�t want to talk about it, it upsets me too much.�
�Okay Helen, you needn�t say any more about it. I understand what
you�re going through.�
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�Robin, I�m scared. How are we going to stop the war? It�s going to be
damn near impossible.�
�Don�t worry! I�m sure we�ll come up with something.�
�I can�t help but be scared. I�d rather die than live in this world after a
nuclear war."
�You mustn�t talk like that. Now Joseph had faith in us. He wouldn�t
have committed suicide if he thought that we wouldn�t be able to do some-
thing. We mustn�t be disheartened. Remember, this is for him, not for
anyone else.�
�All right Robin, I�ll help you as best I can.�
Helen stopped short. She could hear a distant cry from her mother,
calling for her to come down.
�What�s wrong, Helen? Why aren�t you talking to me?�
�I can hear my mum calling. I�ve got to go now, but we can do this
again later. Look, I�ll be in bed by ten tonight, speak to me then. We won�t
be disturbed then.�
�Okay, I�ll speak to you ten o�clock, your time.�
Robin gasped a sigh of relief once their communication had ceased.
He had been very nervous, not knowing how Helen would react.
He went downstairs to see his friends, who had been waiting patiently
in the lounge.
�How did it all go, Robin? Is she going to help us?� asked Alison,
anxiously. The others nodded their heads, beckoning him to reply quickly.
�Well? Tell us Robin, did it go well?�
�All right, hang on. At least let me sit down, then I'll tell you. I've always
said that you�re too impatient, Harry�
Robin sat himself down in the armchair and made himself comfort-
able before giving a full report to the students.
�Not bad, not bad at all! She was as cold as ice when we first started
talking. I think she must have thought that I was some person working for
the Government. You see, I had hit a sore note when I mentioned Professor
Fergere�s name. She didn�t want to believe me at first, that Joseph had com-
mitted suicide. But after a while, once she had brought her barrier down,
she was quite willing to listen to me. I�ve arranged to speak to her at greater
length after ten o�clock, her time, tonight. She�s taken the same attitude as
ourselves - that we must succeed in this project, if only because it would
have meant so much to the professor."
�Oh, thank God for that. So she is willing to help us?�
�Yes Harry, she�s going to co-operate with us fully, to the best of her
abilities. And, believe you me, they are phenomenal abilities. I could feel
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how much power she possessed, even from our brief conversation just
now.�
�Robin, I still can�t see why it�s so itiportant that Helen is involved in
this. What exactly have you got planned, if anything.�
�I don�t quite know what yet, Matthew, but I�m sure that Helen�s
powers will be needed...�
�Come off it, Robin, pull the other one. It�s obvious that you�ve got a
damn good idea of what you think should be done. So why don�t you tell
us? Are you scared that we�ll disagree and tell you to think of something
else? I thought we were meant to be working as a team. In a team, each
member trusts and respects the other members, enough to inform them
about theirpossibleplans and ideas. For all we know, it's probably a smash-
ing idea that�s being hatched in your mind. So please tell us -you never
know, we may be able to elaborate on it and come up with some other good
points.�
Matthew drew a deep breath. He had been waiting for a long time
to tell Robin, truthfully, exactly what had been preying on his mind. He
was right in what he had said. The other students had realised what
was happening - that each day, Robin told them less about what he was
planning.
�So you�re right again, Matthew. Yes, I have got some idea of what
should be done to stop the war. But I would have told you all about it
sooner or later, it was just a matter of time...�
�Don�t dither! There�s no use waffling, I won�t forget what you�re meant
to be telling us, Robin. I�m not going to let you pussy-foot your way out of
this one. Now, all I want to know is, what are you proposing we do?�
�Okay, okay! If you really want to know, then here goes.�
Matthew listened expectantly as Robin began.
�Now, you remember what I said about us having looked at the prob-
lem from a wrong perspective?�
�Yes...� replied the students in unison.
�Well, the mot of the problem as I see it, is Iran making the mistake of
allowing Russia to enter their country. Right, it�s well-known that the
Iranian leader is heavily inclined towards Communism and that his
people are unhappy with the situation. So, with the Iranian leader shortly
off to America to meet the President, what better than for him to have a
heart attack or a brain haemorrhage. It would be expected, sooner or later,
for him to die. He�s so old now. Anyway, as I figure it, the people of Iran
would see it as a God-send. It is almost certain that the next leader to be
elected would be more right wing, and hence wouldn�t allow the Russians
to use his country."
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�That�s not such a bad idea, Robin. It means only one person would
have to die to save mankind from this formidable disaster?
Matthew praised Robin�s ingeniousness.
�One point, Robin...�
�Yes, Matthew?�
�The idea, as I�ve already said, is brilliant But what do you need Helen
for?�
�I was was wondering when you would come to that. When the time is
right - you know, when the Iranian leader is at a press conference, soon
after he arrives - what we�ll do is concentrate all our powers into Helen,
who will use the power to cause the brain haemorrhage or heart attack."
�Yes, but can�t we do do that without her?�
�I was thinking that. But what if the distance, from us here in England,
to New York or Washington, is too far? What if our powers don�t have the
desired effect? Helen is based in the States and, although there�s going to
be quite a distance between her and the Iranian leader, it won�t be as much
of a problem. With our powers backing her up, there is no reason why we
should fail.�
�Okay Robin, I can�t argue with that. Sony I had niggled at you before,
but I had to do it All I can say now, is that I�m pleased I know what you�re
planning. All that remains is for you to tell Helen of the plan and for us all to
pray that everything runs smoothly on the day. We haven�t a lot of time,
have we? The Iranian leader is due to go to the States in about a fortnight�s
time."
�Thank you for your vote of confidence, Matthew. It means a lot,
coming from you.�
They spent the rest of the day out of the house. Everyone was pleased
with the situation - they had no fears of Robin�s plan failing.
They decided to go to the New Forest It was, after all, a warm day, and
the sunshine made them all feel a bit brighter.
It was the first time in months that they had felt at ease -as though a
heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders. The whole day was relax-
ing and enjoyable, and there were no arguments.
Wandering through the trees, they took twos in playing with
Simpson.
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CHAPTER TWELVE

AFTERMATH

IRANIAN LEADER DIES ON TOUCHDOWN
By JIMMY STRAISON In Washington.
He, and the President of the United States of America were to begin
top level peace negotiations, in the hope of solving the current Gulf crisis.
The Iranian aircraft landed in Washington at nine thirty last night
Only twenty minutes later, whilst the Iranian leader and the President
were giving a live press conference, the Ayatollah collapsed and died
within seconds. He had suffered a cardiac arrest.
The delegation of Iranian aids admitted that their leader had been ill,
on and off, for a long time. According to one spokesman, it was only a
matter of time before something like this happened;
President Ronald Reagan, for the last few months, has been pressing
the western allies to give the U.S. support in its effort to escort and ensure
the safety of oil shipments in the Gulf. Just two months ago President
Reagan had built up the U.S. Middle East task force with another three war-
ships, in order to assist the six naval ships already there.
The sudden crisis in the Gulf started when an Iraqi exocet missile hit
the U.S. warship Stark, killing thirty seven sailors.
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During these talks, it was hoped that the leaders could come to some
agreement regarding the worldwide alarm over the the latest addition to
the Iranian armoury - the Silkworm missiles. It is said that these missiles
have a range of sixty miles and possess three times the power of the
Exocet.
The world now waits as Iran chooses a new leader. However, it is a well
known fact that there are many religious factions in Iran and it is highly
probable that the mighty power struggle will result in a bloodbath.
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