The next morning the sunlight broke early and the small shadows embraced my face with the warmth of a child's kiss, i noticed that i was alone in bed and that the bedsheets had been partly moved accross from her side.

When i called out it was met with silence, she had evidently gone out, when i looked at my watch the time was 0850, the keys were still in the front door like i had left them before i had gone to bed and the door was bolted so how could she have left the building?.

She was nowhere to be seen and what's more neither did i manage to find any evidence of us existing as a couple with there being no photos.

However i did hear her voice as i was taking a shower later that morning at first it seemed that she was talking on the phone yet when i ran out to meet her there was nobody there.

This really was a puzzle whom had i spent the night with then a ghost?

I looked outside to see if i could spot our car but to my surprise there was a motor bike parked up on the driveway and yes it was a harley davison.

I decided to make myself some breakfast and then venture in to town, i would catch the local bus from Ryde and then change in yarmouth as i wanted to visit newport the capital of the isle of wight.

It seemed an age at the bus stop awaiting the number 72 and 3 had passed me in the past half hour all seemed to be full as not one of them had stopped when i placed my hand out.

Then i was in luck as a young lady got out withher baby in a pram and i got on board only for the driver to continue his journey without taking my fare.

"Don't you want my fare?" i exclaimed he looked straight through me and then exclaimed "In this world all transportation is funded by central government " i was happy with this news and got to my seat ,nothing unusual in what he said it was only the way he said it without moving his lips.

It would be a good half an hour before i would reach my destination and i decided to pop in to my favourite pub on the island i would have breakfast and maybe sink a few pints.

Things must have returned back to normal as i was seen and heard when being served by the bar woman before she told me that she would personally bring my breakfast to my table.

I was really pleased to be back to my old self and felt the need to go to the toilet, i quickly washed my hands and combed my hair infront of the mirror only to discover once again that my identity had changed and now i was a spotty 18 year old with more zits than a pepperoni pizza and what's worse i had red hair.

At this point i collapsed to the floor and was assisted by another young man who picked me up "are you ok gov you look a little shook up like you've just seen a ghost?"

It was indeed a pleasure to have met this young lad asit washis reflection i had seeen in the mirror and not my own, gratified i returned to the bar area and swore blind that i would never look in to a mirror again doesn't vanity kill? i chickled to myself.

The bar woman had just arrived to bring me my breakfast and she seemed vaguely familiar "do i know you?" i enquired, she shook her head and said "i don't think i have had the pleasure before playing with her hair.

I asked her what her name is and she replied "can't you read it on my badge?" my name is allison, i'm an exchange student and i've worked here for 3 months but will soon be returning home to my family in malmo next month."

She soon left but before then surprisingly suggested that maybe that we could go out on a date before she returns to sweden, i smiled back and told her that maybe i was a little too old for her and then pointed out my wedding ring.

It was at this point when i stopped my mouth was open wide and shocked to discover that there was no ring on my second smallest finger.

She just laughed and then exclaimed "what cat got your tongue don't tell me you are married? i always attract the married type maybe all of the good guys are also snapped up?"

I wondered if our paths would meet again and if indeed she was my new destiny, i continued to eat my meal and then began my journey back home by bus.

It was soon after i had arrived home that i noticed other changes had occured like the decoration and the furniture were again different , i was greeted by a small pet poodle "who are you?" i exclaimed "what are you doing here?".

A young girl of no more than 10 in years appeared infront of me and began to hug me exitedly

"daddy surely you remember spot?, we only bought him a few weeks ago" i responded

"you will be telling me i am a complete figment of your imagination next and you don't know me" she said.

There was a short silence before another person came in to my view it was allison but she seemed older and greyer where had her blonde hair gone?

This time there were photos of us both positioned on the mantlepiece and i was much older too in my 50's at first glance.

"Your sister is coming tonight " she exclaimed all the way from york so i told her you would be picking her up from the sation if that is ok with you?"

I nodded my head and asked what time she was arriving, she spoke again without moving her lips and at this point i suddenly heard the horrible sound of crunching metal and saw flames break out in a massive explosion i could see my own death in a flash as a crash would occur on the stretch of road leading me to the railway station.

"Oh my god i've just had a premonition and it's not good" my wife enquired "what of dear?" it's karen and me i can't go tonight you will have to arrange for a taxi to collect her.

At this i quickly called a taxi company to pick her up but then the cab assistant asked "how will we recognise her?" i then began to realise that this was a stupid idea and that there was only one thing for it i would have to go and meet her as she didn't have a mobile phone on her.

I went outside got in to my merc and sped off to my intended destination, i had reached the centre of town and was only a few yards from the station when suddenly inexplicable the engine of the car decided to cut out and i was stranded on the outer ring road, maybe this was a slice of luck and in any case i would make my own way to the station and then get a taxi home after arranging for the pick up truck to take my car to a local garrage.

I stood at platform 2 for almost 10 minutes when suddenly there was an announcement that the train travelling from newcastle to portsmouth would be delayed due to a derailment just outside of waterlooville.

Then news came throught that there had been a serious accident and 3 carriages had been overturned, i was full of panic at this stage and tried to get news of the casuality list, but soon after in the blink of an eye i heard a voice and recognised it immediately .

"Mike i'm here" she had caught an earlier train and was safe i was so relieved.

We continued our conversation in the taxi and discussed a few changes that had occured since our lastmeeting, she was anxious to hear more about the disturbing changes which had occured recently.

The journey home went without any incident and we all made it home safely and after enjoying a rather sumptuous meal retired to the lounge to catch up on family business and old times.

THE END