18 year old Trudi (with the mind of her older self) met her fiance not long after that, while taking her Christmas holiday from filming ‘Mountains Family’ on Miami beach, and they had their wedding just as they had in the original timeline.

When they reached the hotel room for their honeymoon, she felt ill at ease. They got into bed, and Trudi said, “I want to tell you something.”

She didn’t go into all of the details about Murray and Daniel and the other timelines. She just told him that she had time travelled back from a future, when she had seen him abandon her after two years, that she had thought she could live it all out again, without being taken by surprise by the divorce this time. She performed one twenty minute time travel trick to convince him that she was telling the truth.

“I can’t,” she said, “this time I don’t want a divorce in two years’ time.”

“Well now that I know this, maybe I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said.

The word ‘maybe’ fell through her heart like a lead balloon and crashlanded somewhere in the regions of digested waste product awaiting its final departure from her system.

“To my memory, it’s as though you already did. There will be no divorce later, just an annullment now.”

She changed from her night dress back into her wedding dress and walked out of the room.

She had the wedding annulled a few days later, and then returned to her mother’s home.

She felt a pang of guilt about the way her revelation of time travel would torment him forever, and decided to let him off easy. She time travelled back a few weeks, and simply never went to Miami Beach for her Christmas break. As a result, she never met him, except in her memory of other timelines. The main thing was that, as far as his mind was aware, he had never met her. She was only a supporting star of a television show to him, and always would be. She resolved never to take that Miami Beach holiday in any subsequent timeline.

Trudi eventually turned twenty and went for a walk to the other village, and saw that there was a dinner and dance event on in the community hall. It was where she had met Daniel at the poetry slam some decades into the future. A man just a few years older than her asked her to dance, and she spent forty minutes in his arms. Yet her mind was focussed solely on the night she first met Daniel. She waited until they both had their eyes closed during a particularly slow number, and then concentrated on time travel.

And she went back to the day her seventeen year old self was hunting for Daniel in the garden.

She enjoyed reliving the last few minutes of the chase, and then picked him up.

“Well you’ve won!” said Daniel, with a more sedate sigh of acceptance this time.