They did not believe her story but that was hardly surprising. Eric had never been an easy person to get on with, a superior pricker of balloons, a sneering cynic with open amusement at the childish ignorance and foibles of others. Prior to his accident had anyone claimed to actually see the flow of time he would have been loud with his derision but, since coming out of his coma, he had been making that claim himself but only to Heather. He still had sense enough to say nothing to anyone else.
He had never been what first sight might suggest. Though built like an athlete, a weightlifter perhaps, broad chest and shoulders, strong legs, his work had seen to that, he had no interest in sport. Heather had always been the one who took the boys to soccer and to cricket, the one who called encouragement from the sidelines. His interest lay toward the sciences. ‘Physics Today’ was his bible. Nature, Scientific American, and similar publications were his idea of light reading with the progress of the new C.E.R.N. Hadron Collider a matter of far greater import than any All Black success.
The reason was not hard to find. s