Something very strange happened as Jane, now a pensioner, drove past the farmhouse where she remembered bringing up her three children. It was many years ago, she knew that, but it seemd like yesterday. Jane knew it couldn't possibly have been so recent but her mind was grating with instant memories, flashes of emotional thoughts and pictures that were muddying their increasingly confused way forward. That there was a predestined way to the future Jane was convinced. Time became fragmented, suspended and distorted. Past and new relationships were now irrevocably mixed and events appeared to follow a direction over which she increasingly realized her control was diminishing. Unable to rationalize this she allowed herself to be dragged along, knowing power was ultimately in her own hands.