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Introduction

I'm riding the bus to work. It's a Thursday morning. I'm sitting upstairs two thirds of the way back on the pavement-side. There are only a few others upstairs: a couple of white teenage girls looking like they've bunked off school chatting conspiratorially and texting at the front, a single black guy wearing headphones with his back to me, and a middle aged Asian women half asleep.

The bus appears to come to a halt. At the same time so does my iPod, not just cut out like when the battery goes, but actually slows just like one of those old-fashioned tape walkmans from when you were a kid. Anyway I'm just reaching in to my pocket it for the iPod, when there is a tap on my shoulder. It's odd as I didn't think there was anyone behind me, but I'm more concerned with the iPod and guess I must have missed someone getting on the bus at the last stop. The bus has finally stops and so does my iPod. Then I see so has everything outside the bus, even pedestrians mid-stride on the pavement. The trap comes again. I look around and there's this woman, a little older then me, looking at me with a sort of small funny smile, like there's some in-joke. She has a finger to her lips as if to say "sssh".

She takes the finger away, and I see that it is me. Only the hair is dyed black and cut short and spiky, and I've a stud in my nose - she's a stud in her nose.

Hello “Jackie" she says, "It's all right. You’re not hallucinating. This is really happening. I need you to pay attention to what I have to say. Do you understand?"

I must have nodded, because she says "Good girl", and she leans forward to continue, the smile gone. I can see under her coast she’s wearing a shirt with the name “Jake Price” stitched across the breast pocket.

"Right, in a moment there's going to be an explosion. You're going to be OK. But everyone on this bus is going to die. It's going to be messy, there's nothing you can do for them but you’ll be all right."

"But why", I blurt out, "What going to happen?"

"It's a V2. You know Nazis, the Blitz, Dunkirk spirit. One's gonna land right outside, here."

"But that was 65 years ago!"

"Yeah, but the fact the you're sitting on a number 47 bus talking to a future version of yourself should tell you that the nature of time isn't what you'd previously imagined. The important thing to understand is that you're going to be OK. Because I, well we, have the ability to hold ourselves in a bubble of outside of time, amongst other things. But it's going to happen to everyone else and there's nothing we can do to stop it. The important thing is what happens next."

"What happens next! A bomb from the past is going to go off, I should think that was important enough."

"Well, it won't be a bomb from the past. They'll explain it away as a terrorist attack. After it all happens some men will arrive and take away any evidence that there's anything out of time, and replace it with fake forensics, making it look like your standard 2010 terrorist attack."

"And how will they explain me? How will they explain away that I survived?"

She appears to think about this for a second then comes to a decision. "They won't. You'll just be a miracle survivor. Some people will think that you're responsible, or at least know something and could have warned the others. The next few weeks are going to be unpleasant. I fact your old life is fucked. Sorry"

The hair, and nose stud, and now the cursing. It seems I'd changed quite a bit.

"Anyway, as I said the important thing is what happens next. I want you to take this", and she passes a brief case round the seat, "and when the men arrive to clean up all the temporal debris, hopefully, my arrival will be obscured in your riding it out and they won't notice us having this little chat. Which, of course, I’d rather you didn’t tell them about", she smiles.

"Don't look inside, and don't try and open it unless I haven't come back to claim it in a year from today."

"What's in it?"

"There's a good girl. Now face the front, and cover your ears. There's going to be a big bang".

Session 1

Journey to Portsmouth where we play toy soldiers.

Session 2

Journey to Wales where we play toy soldiers.

Session 3

During breakfast John Seaton, mentions feeling empowered after visiting a small waterfall some 50 yards upstream from where we camped. John, claims to have assisted in helping Barney in gaining something from this location, and he offers to do the same for me. I accept his offer and it does appear to work, and I do feel charged.

Barney is intent on navigating and the three of them plod on. Half in a a daydream I'm thinking about our destination and the probably vain hope of a hot bath, when all of a sudden I'm walking in on 2nd Lt Rupert Berrington having breakfast.

Berrington claims to be expecting us to come up with some sort of trick or cheat, and he asks me where my lift was. I say I wasn't so silly as to be dropped of just at the destination, but half a mile away. When he asked where the others are, I make up some tale about a "hairy arsed trucker" not wanting the others along. Berrington appears convinced and says that there is a village four miles away that I'm welcome to go and visit, he hands over my belongings and I set off to the village.

I attempt to recreate the journey back but after half an hour of trying I feel drained and give up. I spend the night in the inn.

I take beer and chocolate and meet up the others as they approach the camp and tell them of the story I told Berrington.

Session 4

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