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No one knows. I bought this building three years ago. It would be a media circus if they did. Which is exactly why I bought this place to escape. As I pull up in my economy rental car, an immediate sense of calm washes over me, not the kind you feel after a few deep breaths or a stiff drink, I'm talking the kind of calm you feel in your bones, the eye of a tornado. This still after an earthquake. The silence after a hurricane calm. The journalist fumbled for his watch. The others, as far as I remember, were motionless. The editor stood up with a sigh. What a pity it is. You're not a writer of stories, he said, putting his hand on the time travelers shoulder. You don't believe it? Well, I thought not. The time traveler turned to us. Where are the matches? He said. He Lit one and spoke over his pipe, puffing. To tell you the truth. I hardly believe it myself. And yet I put my hand on her shoulder and whisper shouted in her ear, You want to take a walk with me? She slowed to a stop. Let's take a walk on the golf course before it gets dark. Come on, grab your drink. You can spank the planks when we get back spank the what? I wasn't going to make it easy for her to turn down my offer. I left her standing on the dance floor and strode toward our table. Good. She was following me. We made our way out of the ballroom through the main clubhouse space and ducked out the back door.