So, as it happens, while Daphne and Maude were still in A&E waiting for Dr Bellwether to discharge Maude into Daphne's capable hands, the two young refugees from The Land That Time Forgot, May and Cristo, persuaded Campbeltown that as they were no longer required at the hospital, with Duddingston waiting in the car to take the Profs home, and that's how it came about that they were strolling down Chiefswood Road towards Darnick Vale, where they would turn right towards Melrose, when they heard and felt the explosion, which fairly shook the very ground beneath their feet and, for several minutes, they clung together for support and balance: "d'you think it was a nuke?" asked Cammy, but the girls didn't know what he meant and Cristo pointed towards the peaks rising behind them: "the Hills were originally volcanic, maybe there's still some energy far below, and sufficient faults in the sub-strata for tremors like that," said Cristo, not very convincingly, but Cammy laughed: "okay, all bets are null and void, how far to your house now, I mean, the house like yours, in your dimension?" at which May pulled a long face: "about fifteen minutes, to be honest, I think we're actually dawdling because we're a bit nervous at the idea of meeting our future selves, even though because of the dimensional thing, they aren't really our futures, but, you know, I mean you're a hench, you've got physical strength as well as smarts, but we were never encouraged in sports or things, our parents and our aunts and uncles only value, valued, oh I don't know what tense it is, only value intellectual advancement, they didn't even approve of us running over the hills with the other local children, which was pretty much the only exercise we got," and Cristo butted in, "and we made the most of it, can you imagine? a swarm of kids, hundreds if they were all there at once, usually never less that a couple of dozen at any one time, aged from about six or seven to thirteen or fourteen, swarming all over, from Gattonside to Bowden, Abbotsford to St Boswells, re-enacting battles between the Votadini and the Romans, between Scots and English, Uppies against Doonies, exploring every inch of Our Homeland, not a fox-hole or badger's set we don't know about, every turn of every burn mapped in our heads, innumerable dams built and tumbled, forts erected, defended, demolished, we were feral, we were strong, wiry, with stamina," and May took it up again: "but if our parents had known, they would have been down on us like a ton of bricks, because it didn't fit in with their view of the world, too rural, too common, too much like the farm-children—who were our best friends and whom we envied because they got to milk cows and goats and ride on the backs of sheep—they looked down their noses at, you know, if they had discovered our Secret Life among the Peasants, I think they would have been more shocked than to learn we had a fetish for aischrolatreia," and Cammy stared ate her, "what's that?" he asked, "an example of what we mean," said Cristo, "an obsession with obscenity, which just about covers anything and everything to do with men and women and the various permutations available, you know it's a wonder they managed to have children at all, given their hang-ups, but then I remember reading about researches by Margaret Mead in the Pacific Islands as recently as just before the war, that there were communities where people hadn't worked out, or been educated about, the cause and effect of procreation, among birds, bees or animals, including themselves, they just thought that sex was pleasure but didn't connect it to pregnancy and childbirth, and I really do wonder if our parents aren't exactly the same, what about you?" without making it clear whom she was addressing, which meant that Cammy and May replied at the same time, and by the time they had apologised and retried, Cristo said: "and here we are, folks, The Old School House, shall we go in by the front, as visitors, or the back, as family?