He didn’t remember leaving the pub, he didn’t remember calling Alan, and he didn’t remember driving back to Limerick in record time to meet him. Looking back on those hours there was very little he knew about that night other than what people told him. The one thing he did recall was Alan’s forlorn voice now ringing constantly in his head: I keep going back over that night again and again, wishing I’d left with him. I really thought he’d be OK getting a taxi down that way, you know? The contradicting voice from his statement shouted even louder: I asked Donal if he was going to the party and he said yes and that was the last conversation we had that night.

The last conversation we had.

He had lied. And why would he do that?

45

I stood up from my chair and the eyes of thousands of people turned to look at me, study me, form opinions, judge, hang me, and burn me at the stake. I spotted Helena in the front row, clearly distressed by how this was all playing out. Her hands were clasped tightly to her chest as though in prayer and her eyes glistened with welling tears. I smiled at her, feeling sorry for her. For her. She nodded at me encouragingly. Joseph, on the stage, did the same. I wasn’t sure what to fear and I suppose that’s why I didn’t. I didn’t understand what was going on, why it mattered so hugely that something of mine had gone missing, why something that seemed so positive could be turned into something so negative. The one thing I did understand was that those who had been here longer than I was were fearful for me, and that was enough. Already over the last few days, life had been even more uncomfortable for me with people following me around, questioning as to whether I knew their families. I wasn’t keen on it getting any worse.

The representative fixed her eyes on me. “Welcome, Sandy. I know it doesn’t seem fair to do this so publicly but you have witnessed the reason for having to do it this way.”

I nodded.

“I must ask you, this rumor of your belongings going missing.” She paused, clearly not wanting to ask the question for fear of the answer. “Could you please confirm how this isn’t true?”

“You’re leading her!” one man shouted out, and others hushed him.

“This is not a courtroom,” the rep said angrily. “Please allow Ms. Shortt to speak.”

“The rumor,” I said, looking around to the thousands of faces, some of which were listening to the translation of my words in their headphones, “is most definitely not true.” There was a babble of voices again so I raised my voice. “Though I do understand where it has come from. I was waving to somebody and my watch flew from my wrist and landed in the nearby field. I enlisted some people to help me find it. It’s really not a big deal.”

“And they found it,” said Grace Burns, unable to hide the relief from her voice.

“Yes,” I lied.

“Show it to us!” one man shouted out, and a few hundred more agreed.

Grace sighed. “Are you wearing this watch now?”

I froze and looked down at my bare wrist. “Em…no, because the clasp broke as it fell to the ground and it hasn’t been fixed yet.”

“Bring the watch!” a woman shouted.

“No!” I shouted back, and everyone quieted. I felt Bobby look at me in surprise. “With respect to you all, I feel that this whole thing is no more than a ludicrous witch hunt. I have given you my word that my watch has not gone missing and I refuse to continue with this charade by bringing it here to masquerade around the hall. I haven’t been here long enough to understand why it is exactly you are all behaving this way but if you all wish to welcome me here, as you should, then please allow my word to be enough.”

That didn’t go down well.

“Please, Ms. Shortt,” Grace said worriedly. “I suggest the best thing for you to do is to leave the hall and retrieve the watch. Jason will accompany you.” A man dressed in a black suit, lean and slenderly built, with a posture so perfect it could only have come from the army, arrived at the end of my row. He held his arm out toward the door.

“I don’t know this man.” I grasped at straws. “I’m not going with him.”

Grace looked confused first, and then wary. “Well, you have to bring the watch to us whether you like it or not, so who would be the best person to accompany you?”

I thought quickly. “The man beside me.”

Bobby jumped to attention.

Grace strained her eyes to see, there was a flash of recognition, and she nodded. “Very well, they will both go with you. We will move on with the session while you’re gone.”

The Dutch representative took to the stage to talk about the plans for more mills, but nobody took any notice of him. All eyes were on us as we walked down the long aisle of the hall. People who stood at the back parted for us and we were swallowed up through the huge doors. Once outside, Bobby gave me big eyes, not wanting to speak in front of our companion.

“We have to collect my watch from Bobby’s shop,” I explained calmly to Jason. “He was supposed to fix the clasp for me.”

Bobby nodded, finally understanding.

We arrived outside the door of the Lost and Found shop, the brightly colored odd socks decorating the front. It was dark outside now, the village like a ghost town with everybody in the Community Hall waiting for me, waiting for news of whether it was possible to leave Here or not.

“I’d like to wait here for Bobby.” I stopped walking and stayed on the veranda looking out to the black forest. Jason didn’t say anything, but stood back with his hands joined before him and waited with me.

“What are you, secret service?” I teased, looking him up and down. He didn’t smile, just looked away. “Matrix bad guy? Man in black? Johnny Cash uber-fan?” He didn’t answer. I sighed. “Are you here to make sure I don’t run away?” I asked him.

He didn’t answer.

“Would you shoot at me if I did?” I said smartly. “Asking you to accompany me,” I tutted. “What do they think I am, a criminal?” I turned to him. “Just for the record, I don’t appreciate you being here.”

He stared straight ahead.

Bobby interrupted the uncomfortable silence, banging the door behind him. “Right, got it.”

I took it from his hand and examined it.

“Is that yours?” Jason spoke for the first time, studying my face.

It was silver with a mother-of-pearl face but that’s where the similarities ended. Instead of a linked bracelet it was chunky, instead of a rectangular face, this was round.

“Yep,” I said confidently. “That’s my watch, all right.”

Jason took it in his hands and wrapped it around my wrist. It was hugely oversized even for my wrist. “Bobby,” Jason said, rubbing his eyes wearily, “get her another watch. One that fits, this time.”

We both looked at him in surprise.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said smartly, returning to his spot on the veranda.

Bobby quickly headed back to the shop and Jason called after him, “Oh, and make sure the clasp is broken. You said you weren’t wearing it because it was broken, right?”

I nodded, still silent.

“Well, that shut you up,” he said, looking back out to the forest.

Jason, Bobby, and I walked back quickly to the Community Hall in silence, me holding the watch tightly in my hands. Just before Jason pulled open the door, I stopped him.

“What happens now?” I asked, anxiety building up inside me.

“Well, I assume you go in there and…” He thought aloud about it and finally shrugged his shoulders. “And lie.” He pulled the door open and thousands of faces turned to look at us.

The Dutch representative’s speech immediately went quiet and Grace Burns moved forward to the microphone. Anxiety was written all over her face. Bobby and Jason stayed at the door, Bobby nodded encouragingly and I began to walk forward up the long aisle to the stage at the top. If I hadn’t been so uneasy I would have laughed at the irony of it. Gregory would have done anything to get me up the aisle, and his gift of the watch had finally succeeded.