“My husband used me and left me for another woman,” said Trudi, “I was always off before the crack of dawn to get to the “Mountains Family” location, filming for long days, and home in the middle of the evening. It kept me from being seen in public by any local fans throughout the decade long run of the show. After that, I had to stay at home as much as possible, to avoid being recognised and overwhelmed by local fans during those two months. Then I made the move to Hollywood, until my agent called me for the Reunion movie.”

“Did you have a boyfriend then?” asked Murray.

“Not until I was 33. I met my current companion in America when I was 32. He was working as a movie producer at the time I took my trip to Ireland two years ago and made friends with you. He won’t know what has happened to me,” said Trudi.

“So you were available, and no longer filming ‘Mountains Family’ either from age 24 to 31 at least,” said Murray, “If the time travel works, I’ll be in the body of my 14 to 21 year old self back then. What was your exact address?”

“I’d moved into my own place, doing well from my television career,” said Trudi, and told him the address.

He committed it to memory, and they saw the widow walking back into the room.

She was headed straight towards the oven.

“But if you were only 14, how will you be able to move to America with my 24 year old self?” asked Trudi.

The widow bent down, smiled through the oven door window, licked her lips from side to side and reached for the door handle.

“There’s no time to work that out. I’ve got to go now, if I’m going to save us. I promise I’ll break up with your younger self when we’re 21 and 31. I’ll even tell her about this timeline, so that she never takes the bushwalk that got you stranded here, and also so that she understands why she has to be free to meet the companion she had from age 33 onwards to preserve that aspect of the original timeline,” said Murray.

They watched the oven door opening, and Murray saw the widow’s hand reaching for Trudi.

He closed his eyes to concentrate on the mental time travel method.

“You might as well watch closely, because you’re going down next” said the widow. She sat back on the oven stool and placed Trudi into her mouth.

He opened his eyes and watched her gulping Trudi down, and then tried his best to focus on time travelling, as the widow bent down again and picked him up.

Suddenly the widow was not there anymore. Neither was her kitchen. He found himself in his own childhood schoolyard in his own village. There was just one thing odd about the whole scenario. The schoolyard and the girls sitting talking under a nearby tree all seemed to have become as giant sized as the widow and her giant land.