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knocks at the door. He would answer each phone call, read each
email, and answer each knock at the door hoping upon hope that it
would be Jake or, at least, the new incarnation of Jake.
    Aaron was interviewing his
second subject of the day, a tedious task compared to what else
that day might bring, when his mobile phone chirruped loudly at
him
    . He lunged at it as if it
were a live hand grenade threatening to blow him up and hurriedly
pressed the attend call button without even looking to see who the
call was from.
    The phone spoke to
him.
    “Send a text to this number
with the reply YES to participate in a competition to win a brand
new 4x4 off-road vehicle.”
    He pressed the disconnect
button and gripped the phone hard. Forgetting that he wasn’t alone
he growled at it.
    “ Why the fuck do these bloody phone
companies keep calling me with this crap!”
    The middle-aged
housewife who had been telling him about how she had been a chief housekeeper at a stately home
in the early nineteen hundreds looked sympathetically at
him.
    “We never had trouble like
that when I was working at the manor house. Not many people had a
telephone in them days.”
    Aaron looked at her, giving
her a wry smile, all the while thinking that she had been watching
too much Downton Abbey on TV. He counted to ten silently and
proceeded with the interview. He was about to call his third
subject into the room when the landline telephone rang. This time
he did his best to remain calm and removed the receiver from its
cradle.
    “Hello.”
    “Hello. Is that Aaron? Aaron
Hunt?”
    “This is Doctor Aaron Hunt.
Who’s calling please?”
    Aaron was aware that he
sounded more like a company receptionist than a research scientist
but he was trying hard not to betray the excitement and
anticipation that he was feeling that day.
    “Try not to drop the phone
Aaron. You know me as Jake Griffiths.”
    Aaron nearly shouted out
loud, then he bit his lip hard to stop that from actually
happening. There was nobody else in the room but he felt
embarrassed at the way he was reacting. It was like he had woken up
just in time to see Santa Claus placing his presents at the foot of
the Christmas tree. He was beside himself with excitement. Was this
really happening? Was he about to be given proof that his life’s
work wasn’t in vain? He didn’t even stop to consider that he had
put so much effort into proving reincarnation, effort that had
reaped no useful results and that he was going to have
reincarnation proved by some other method, not his own hard work.
If he had stopped to think about this he may have reflected upon
how much time he had wasted chasing rainbows. But he was in too
good a mood to think about such things. He was beaming, whilst
still hoping that this wasn’t some elaborate prank.
    “Aaron? Are you still
there?”
    The scientist gathered his
thoughts.
    “Yes. I’m still here. Sorry
about that. I just couldn’t believe that you’d called.”
    “Well, I have called Aaron.
I want to you to meet me at the car park we visited in Maidenhead
Thicket in two hours’ time. No balloon this time. And no blindfold
necessary either.”
    Aaron was starting to
believe. He didn’t recognize the voice at all. But the voice
obviously knew that he had been taken to the Maidenhead Thicket all
those years ago – and especially that a blindfold had been involved
somehow. Things were looking promising.
    “Sure…I’ll be
there.”
    “OK. Two hours then. I
assume I don’t need to tell you to come alone.”
    “Of course. It goes without
saying.”
    “See you there then. Don’t
be late.”
    It was at times like this
that Aaron was pleased that his mid-life crisis – as his wife,
Susan, like to call it – had led him to buy himself a Yamaha 650cc
Dragstar motorcycle. Aaron was sixty years old now, and liked the
idea that sixty was considered the new forty nowadays. He certainly
didn’t feel sixty years old. The Yamaha was a beautiful machine.
Aaron