Then I remember he is back on Earth buried in Exam papers and conclude I am having a hallucination.
This figment of my imagination says politely, "Do you mind if I sit down?"
He collapses on the couch as though thoroughly glad of it.
It is a strange thing, every time I see M'Clare I am startled all over again at how good-looking he is; seems I forget it between times which is maybe why I never fell for him as most female students do.
However what strikes me this time is that he looks tired, three-days-sleepless tired with worries on top.
I guess he is real, at that.
He says, "Don't look so accusing, Lizzie, I only just got on this ship myself."
This does not make sense; you cannot just arrive on a ship twenty-four hours after it goes on Mass-Time; or can you?
M'Clare leans back and closes his eyes and inquires whether I am one of the Morse enthusiasts?
So that is the name; I say when we get back I will learn it first thing.