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but one of the
male flight attendants noticed us. He gave Chris a look that
screamed of “I wish I had been in there”, and then
winked at me.
    We returned to our seats, and I did a quick search for the earrings.
They were nowhere to be found. We buckled in, and the descent
began.
    Chris held my hand as the plane touched down smoothly into Heathrow, but I didn’t relax until we came to a
halt. Although my birthday hadn’t come yet, I was getting a
little antsy about what might happen at any moment.
    At the very least, if what I was seeing in those visions was
true, then I knew who to look out for. That golden-haired bitch
wasn’t taking me without a fight.
    We passed through customs without too much hassle. I
contemplated taking a cab to a nearby hotel, but I was running out
of time. Instead we rented a car and drove to the address I had for Aunt Marigold’s house in the Cotswolds.
    Fortunately, Chris had driven in England numerous times, so he
took the wheel while I watched the countryside, in the dark. The
sun hadn’t come up yet.
    I stared out the window, wondering what we would find.
    There was
one thing at the back of my mind as well. When I was last here, I
had left with a shattered heart. The boy I’d spent that summer
with, the first person who’d ever actually loved me, had swept me
off my feet and then dropped me cold.
    For years, I had hopped from bed to bed in the hopes of finding
that same feeling again. It had never happened. Instead, I walked
around feeling like ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five-pound
bag.
    I shoved the memories of him deep down into the recesses of my
mind, where he needed to remain — forgotten.
    Through rolling hills and valleys we drove with the moon
illuminating the way. I actually watched the trees and greenery. I
hoped to see the little green man. Perhaps he would be here. At the
same time I wasn’t sure if he had a connection to the
golden-haired woman. I hoped not.
    “Tell me,” Chris said, pulling me away from my
search. “The last dream you had. Where were you
again?”
    “On a battleship. If I had to guess,
WWII.”
    “How do you know?”
    “If I go back three generations, that’s around
1939.”
    Chris nodded. “And you watched that woman drag your grandfather
under water?”
    “Great-grandfather,” I said. “My grandfather
died in a car crash, having sex with her while driving.”
    Chris grimaced, but then grinned.
    I felt a twitch between my legs at the thought. It lasted less
than a second.
    “Nice thought, but with my luck, she’ll be driving a
truck in the opposite direction while we’re at it. Then
I’ll be taking you with me.” I looked in those emeralds
of his. “Interesting way to go, but I don’t think
so.”
    He jokingly pouted.
    “But I’ll make you a promise,” I said.
“We figure out how to get out of this and I’ll take you
up on that offer.”
    That devilish grin was back.
    We passed a forested area. I peered through the trees, but found
nothing.
    “You keep looking into the trees. It’s not light
enough to see much.”
    I hated admitting it. It was going to sound ridiculous.
    “I’m looking for the little green man. I’m starting to think he’s been trying to warn me.”
    “Or show you how to fight this?”
    “Maybe,” I said. “I don’t know.
Hopefully Aunt Marigold will have some answers.”
    “And what if she doesn’t?”
    “Go dancing naked in the forest and hope to find the queen
of the faeries to help me?”
    I really had no idea what the next step was going to be. I was also getting hungry.
    I asked Chris to stop at the next village or town so we could
find a place to eat. His grumbling stomach didn’t argue with me.
    We found a quaint pub that was open. The local ale was
meatier than what I was used to, but likeable. Chris enjoyed it
immensely.
    We shared some battered fish with chips. It was early morning
here, but for us it was a long overdue dinner. I’m not sure
if it was my hunger or not, but