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Chapter 6

“I wish I could tell you. It’s just something which I’ve been
thinking about. As I said, I’ve got a lot of questions that I can’t
find the answer to.”

“William, what’s going on. Where are you going with all of
this?”

“I wish I could tell you but if I do, you’ll think I’ve gone mad.
To tell you the truth, at the moment I think I am going mad.”

William wanted to tell Rose but she was the only one who
would speak to him. If he told her what he thought he was sure
she would think there was something wrong with him. But what
choice did he have, he needed to make sense of it all.

“Rose, what would you say if I told you I was born in 1894”

Rose felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. It was if she
didn’t want to know where this was leading.

“Um, I would say you look really young for a man of forty six.
But you’re clearly not forty six. You can only be in your early
twenties,”

“My last memory was in France in 1916. I can’t remember
anything else until I found myself here not so long ago, waiting to
help people in pain on this station. ”.

“Ok, you’re scaring me now William, what you’re saying is
impossible, There’s got to be a simple reason to why you think
this. Maybe you had a bang on the head and have lost your
memory, your true memory. Yes, I bet that’s all it is. The mind
can do funny things when you’ve hurt yourself. That would
explain why you can’t remember and why you think you were in
France and why you think your as old as you think you are. I bet
you’re only helping people simply because you’re a nice person”

Rose new she was desperately fighting to find a rational answer,
she was forcing the thought out of her head that was the obvious

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