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to the hospital. They use a siren to get
through traffic. The siren is the noise you heard."
    Joey pointed behind him so she turned and
looked. A beige brick building sat on the hill. The hospital was
one of the largest buildings she had ever seen. The structure had
an impressive copper dome at the top.
    Everything moved too fast and the auto cars
were loud and smelly. A big beast went by spewing black smoke. She
jumped back. Joey's hands grasped her shoulders.
    "It's a bus. Public transport like your
carriage."
    Catherine leaned back against his chest. He
was a comforting presence and his hands were warm and steady. When
Joey was near she did not feel frightened or lost. It was rather a
shocking prospect. He took her back inside and closed the door. Her
mind whirled. At least she now knew what caused all the
noise.
    "When do these cars come into use?"
    Joey shrugged. "I think early 1900's. I know a
guy named Ford was one of the first. There are still Ford cars on
the road, it's a big company."
    "Do you have a car?"
    "Too expensive, I have a second hand
motorcycle. I brought you here on it, 'course you fainted so you
don't remember."
    "No, I do not. I would like to know more about
these horseless vehicles and electricity."
    Joey smiled. Oh heavens, his smile was
beautiful. "Groovy. Ah, means-cool, or nice."
    She returned Joey's smile. "Groovy. I like
that word."
    "Listen, after breakfast I'll take you to the
library uptown. I have a card. We'll get you a few books on cars
and electricity."
    Catherine felt tears of gratitude form in her
eyes, but she blinked them back. She could not ask for a better
person to have found her. Perhaps this library would have books on
moving through time. Finding a way home was imperative, for the
attachment to her handsome rescuer grew stronger with each passing
hour.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Joey did a fair amount of coaxing to get Cathy
on the motorcycle. He tried to compare the bike to riding a horse,
which turned out to be a mistake. Apparently, she didn't like the
comparison. Lady Cathy probably rode around in gold carriages.
Finally, she sat behind him and when her arms encircled his waist
he felt blood rushing to his prick again. Damn . He never
reacted to a woman with this intensity. She held him tight as he
headed up Waterloo Street. He went as slow as he dared, trying not
to frighten her.
    "Oh Joey, can you please stop?" She called out
over the traffic. Cathy pointed at the Cathedral. "I would like to
go inside for a moment."
    He pulled into the parking lot and drove up to
the front double doors. He cut the motor. "You're
Catholic?"
    "No, but I would like to go and say a prayer
at any rate, will you join me?" she asked.
    Joey shook his head. "No, me and church don't
mix. I'll wait here."
    He frowned as he watched her slip inside. He
supposed church going was a big deal back in her time but he had no
use for it. Sitting on his bike, he watched a black Chrysler
Imperial whip into the parking lot laying rubber as it turned the
corner . Shit. McGonagall.
    The back passenger window facing him lowered.
"Well Joey, I was about to call on you. Get the money from
McKeen?"
    Joey swung his long leg over the seat and
walked toward the lowered window. He leaned in. A cloud of
cigarette smoke hit him in the face.
    "Hey, Mr. McGonagall. McKeen came up dry so I
laid a beating on him. He's meeting me this afternoon with
payment."
    "Good." McGonagall slipped a brown envelope
into Joey's hand. He tucked the money in his back jeans pocket.
"Your cut from your collections last week. I am counting on McKeen
paying up. Don't fail me, Joey."
    "I haven't yet."
    Joey stood and tapped the car door twice. The
Imperial pulled out of the lot and headed uptown. Alarm bells were
going off in his gut. This situation could go south quick. Joey
knew he had to collect. Failure was not an option. He stood looking
in the direction the Imperial took. Had there been some sort of
threat in McGonagall's tone? Or was Catherine