“Very well, my lord,” Donald replied. “But we’ve grown accustomed to addressing you this way. It’ll take some getting used to.”

We enjoyed a hearty meal. Charlie was as good at cooking as he was at piping. With dinner over, we relaxed to those lovely tunes, which to me are such a delight. Finally, I looked at my watch and saw that it was 10:30 P.M. That was when I realized I had my remote control clipped to my belt and that I was dressed quite differently from the people of this time and place. Yet, no one seemed to have noticed. I leaned back, closed my eyes for a second and thought I heard Marla’s voice say, “It’s O.K., John. They see you as they are. Don’t worry.” For a moment I’d almost forgotten where I was. This trans-dimensional travel could be tricky, indeed.

“I must go now, my dear friends,” I said to Donald and Charlie. “I still want to take that walk along the beach. I think I know how to find my way around,so,Donald, you can stay and visit a bit longer with Charlie, if you like.”

“I’ll do that,” said Donald.

“Will I see you in the morning before I leave?” I asked. “If that is your wish,” was his reply. “Have yourself a very good night.”

I left them standing there and walked slowly toward the sound of the ocean. The music of the bagpipes was lost in the sound of the wind and the breakers as I stepped into a breathtaking moonlit scene. There by the sea,I sat down under a giant tree and gazed up at the pale moon and the starry heavens. “This is so beautiful,so peaceful,” I said to myself. “Beautiful and peaceful things should be shared with others.”

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