agent. Coincidence! No, it can’t be a coincidence. She turned back. I have to know who bought it. What if it was Lex?
With much anxiety she entered the estate agent.
‘Can I help you?’ a young man asked, noticing Londuo looking at the adverts of cottages.
‘Yes; has the run-down cottage up on the hill been sold?’ she replied.
Her voice, now with an American accent, was muffled by the mask over her nose and mouth. She pointed to the brochure.
‘Yes, amazingly it has,’ he said. ‘I have to say it has been for sale many years now and needs a lot of work, but someone likes it. Strange you should be interested in it now; I only sold it yesterday! We have another one coming on to the market next week. I can show you that if you want.’
Londuo could see he was slightly uneasy, often looking at her face mask. By now she was used to this reaction, even off-hand comments about it. She no longer gave excuses for her appearance; people could decide the reason for themselves.
‘Can you tell me who bought it?’ she asked him.
‘I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to say,’ he replied. ‘You could go up there and meet the new owners.’
‘No, I can’t. Please, I need to know who bought it,’ Londuo said, pleading with him.
‘Why would you want to know that?’
‘Because the future depends on it... Look, if I give you a name, could you answer me with a yes or no?’
‘Okay,’ he replied. ‘No harm in that. What’s the name?’
Londuo composed herself.
‘Was it bought by Lex Brasdoi?’
‘No, it wasn’t. Sorry.’
Londuo felt relieved. Thank goodness. No, but that’s his Qinant surname. Here on Earth they used an English sounding surname.
‘Wait! What about Lex Brandon?’ Londuo added quickly.
The young man smiled.
‘To that name, the answer is, yes.’
Londuo felt light-headed and her heart quickened. No, he can’t be here. There’s no way he can be here.
‘Are you all right?’ the young man asked.
‘Yes. Yes, I’m fine.’ Londuo nodded. ‘Are you sure it was bought by Lex Brandon?’
‘Yes. What’s strange is that he wore a mask too.’
It is definitely him then and James must be here also. That means we’re at war again and nothing has changed.
‘By the way, interesting tattoo you have there,’ the young man said, pointing to her face. ‘I was thinking of having one on my arm. Did you have it done in America?’
‘Sorry, I need to go. Thank you for your time.’
‘My pleasure.’
Londuo was feeling very emotional.
‘I don’t believe it. It’s all happening again.’ she said quietly. ‘He’s here on Earth! Why is it happening again?’
I saw the Treitans’ world destroyed. Yet, we’re at war with them again. They must have survived. We failed to affect the chain of events. I have to work out what went wrong.
*****
From that moment on, Londuo took a particular interest in the lives of the Brandon family, watching them rebuild the cottage and bring up their son James. She knew already James’ future and the great danger which laid ahead for them. She had to tell him somehow.
Londuo sat in her workshop, painting a new magnogenic picture . I know the future. I have to tell them the dangers that lie ahead. I can stop everyone being killed.
I’ll go to the cottage to talk to Lex and Carol. I’ll tell them the future. Londuo pondered . But the Aurora’s not finished; it’s going to be another ten years before Kalrea finishes the ship. I know Lex will die in two years’ time. I could warn him; tell him he’s going to die from a cold, but this wouldn’t help. It looks like he’s already taken precautions with the face mask, and he can’t lock himself away for the next ten years just so he can survive. Londuo shock her head. By the time the ship’s completed, Lex will be dead and both Carol and I will be too old to pilot the ship; our minds will be too old. That means only James can. His mind will still be very young, but I know he’ll be able to control