Tewksbury is a small riverside town in Gloucestershire, England; it flooded pretty bad back in 2007. It was just like the one back in the 1960s… and back in the 1940s. I remember it well. I was stood in the highest reaches of the mill; looking over my kingdom. Soon to become drenched: drowned: washed away. “Now my love, do be still; I cannot dry you when you fidget!” Her daughter resisted as she pointed over past Avery’s shoulder. “Who is that strange man the horse looking over at us, Mama?” “May I take upon asking a question, ma’am?” He asked; his voice soft as velvet. “You’re wrong!”