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about?”
    “Well actually there was. It’s about your desk, you know the one that Robert made his wife.”
    “You mean the one that he made for you?”
    “Don’t mess around, Kate. That’s just daft and we both know it.”
    “How so? You know Harry believes you are going to go back in time.”
    “Think about what you are saying. It’s not possible. No one has ever done it.”
    “No one that you know about. People go missing all the time.”
    “Yes, they do. I did it myself, but I’ve not travelled in time. I just left my husband and moved to York.”
    “I wondered what happened. Thought it might be something like that but I didn’t like to ask. Figured you would tell me when you were ready.”
    “I hadn’t intended telling anyone. I hope you will keep it to yourself, Kate. Jack is a dangerous man and I can’t risk him finding me.”
    “Your secret is safe with me, hun. I promise, I won’t tell a living soul.”
    “Thank you.”
    “No worries. But it won’t matter one day because you won’t be here anymore.”
    “There is the chance the medium was right,” she said, feeling the sick knot in her stomach tighten.
    “I don’t mean that you’re going to die, you Muppet. You’ll be four hundred years in the past. He’s hardly likely to find you there.”
    “Enough, Kate. It won’t happen.”
    “If you say so. Here, give me your glass and I’ll get us both another.”
    Grace stared as the lights on the Christmas tree flashed in her eyes. They blurred and the colours blended like a halo around the tree. She could see the hazy outline of his face forming in the glow. His eyes found her and a gentle smile spread across his face. She lifted her hand and stretched her fingers towards him.
    “I love you?” he whispered as the hazy outline of his features started to fade.
    “Here you go, Grace,” she said, handing her friend the filled glass.
    Grace took the glass from her but continued to stare, unblinking at the tree.
    “Mesmerising, aren’t they?” Kate said, sitting cross legged on the floor.
    Grace blinked and the image faded. She was suddenly aware of the sound of the wind howling against the window.
    “I’d better not be too much longer, it sounds nasty out there.”
    “You want me to call you a taxi?”
    “No, it’s not far. I’ll be fine.”
    “You sure?”
    Grace nodded and took a few sips from the glass.
    “Can I use your bathroom before I leave?”
    “Course, it’s up there.”
    Grace picked up her handbag and made her way towards the stairs. She shuddered as a gust of wind lashed against the landing window. I certainly hope it’s stopped snowing out there, she thought to herself as she made her way into the bathroom.
    She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink. Her cheeks were sunken and her skin pale and grey. She turned the tap on and splashed cold water onto her face. It left the sting of a slap on her cheeks but she felt better for it. Opening her handbag she found the anti-depressant tablets. She popped one out of its bubble and dropped the tablet into her mouth.
     
    “Feeling a bit better?” Kate asked as Grace returned to the room.
    “A bit, thanks,” she said reaching for the backpack. “Kate, before I go, I have a message for you.”
    “Ok, who from?”
    “Well I can’t really tell you that.”
    “Right,” replied her friend a little sceptically, “Can I just ask if Harry is behind this?”
    “This has nothing to do with Harry, although I did have a message for him as well.”
    “Cool. So what’s the message then?”
    “It’s... just that, you know the drawer in your desk?”
    “Which one?”
    “One of the lower drawers has a false bottom to it.”
    “Wow, who would figure? I’ve had that desk years and I had no idea. How on earth did you find out?”
    “Don’t ask. It’s a long story. I’ve got to go now. It’s late and the weather’s getting worse. Just lift the false bottom of the drawer.”
    “Ok, hun, I’ll lift it, promise.