Later that night Simon sat at the table hoping to get some answers. His dad was in a mood but then he always was. Always worrying about what other people thought of him. His mum was pleased; she had a big smile on her face and all the worry that she had seemed to disappear.

When he had got home from the library he had found his mum had cooked a special meal for the fact he was home. So after two plates of Scotch broth, some chicken and potatoes and then a very large slice of strawberry cheesecake he was full.

He cleared the table and stood at the sick washing the dishes while his mum and dad sat chatting over tea.

"I wanted to ask if either of yous had ever heard of the name Wakefield, Roger Wakefield?"

"Mmmm that sounds familiar but I can't place it." His dad said.

His mum, normally good with names and faces, said, "Yes Roger Wakefield, he used to live at the manse with his father, well step-father. I believe it was his mother's uncle. He was a minister, died about the mid sixties if I remember rightly. Now Roger I'm not really sure about what happened with him." She looked up at him. "Why do you ask Simon?"

Before he could reply his dad said, "MacKenzie? Of course Roger was originally a MacKenzie. I know who you're talking about now Sarah." He looked at mum thoughtfully. "I never met the Minister but I vaguely remember Roger. He was originally from Isle of Lochalsh like myself. My dad was in the war with his dad…his name…mmmm…ah Jerry MacKenzie, that's it. I actually believe we went to his memorial service but I don't remember it, I must have been only months old at the time. My dad used to tell me stories about the war, I remember him telling me about his friend Jerry who was shot down from his plane. I don't think Roger was barely born; don't even think Jerry got to see his son unfortunately. But he left for London to live with his Mum's family. Never heard from him for a few years then he came back to live with the Minister. And then only occasionally I would see him in town and want to talk to him about how our dad's were friend but I never had the guts too because I knew he had never even met his dad. Anyway I believe he was a historian and was lecturing in Oxford but I'm not sure anything more than that."

"Wow. Thanks guys. I'm just doing a bit of research for a personal project. Just came along the name and thought yous might know. I have to go out for a bit. Won't be late."

"OK bye Simon." And he left.

Excellent, he thought as he walked from his house into town. So Roger Wakefield, well Roger MacKenzie had lived at the Manse. His best bet was to head there. It was very unlikely that he was still living there especially since his Dad had said he was working in Oxford. But in a small city like Inverness a lot of older people knew everyone's business and maybe the new owners would know where Roger was living know. He had to talk to him. Simon knew that Roger knew whatever it was that the stones did and hopefully eventually he'd be able to get Kayleigh back.

Finally after ten minutes he came to the old manse. It was in pretty poor repair but it was quite big. It had been turned into a Bed and Breakfast when all the other B and B started popping up all over Inverness.

He knocked at the door hoping someone was in. A couple of minutes later an older woman came to the door. She was quite small but still looked in good health.

"Yes how can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Are you the owner of this house?" He asked.

"Yes, are you looking for a room?"

"No." He paused. Not sure how to broach the subject. Just then a younger man who looked to be in his thirties came from the back.

"Mum come and sit down through the back. I'll deal with any guests." He said standing by her, looking at him.

She nodded and started to turn but he shouted, "Wait, I have to know, do you know the name of Roger Wakefield?"

Her face was directly looking at him and she paused when he said the name and slowly came back round. "Roger Wakefield? Why I haven't heard that name in…oh…forty odd years. Come in young lad. Son why don't you get us some tea and biscuits and take them through to us, if you please." She took Simon's hand as he stepped into the house and pulled him through leaving her son standing there goggling at his mum's behaviour.

In the small sitting room they both sat looking out into the garden. She didn't say anything for a long time and he wondered how he should start when she finally did, "How do you know Roger?"

"Well I don't. I'm eh doing some research and his name came up in my findings. My mum and dad say he used to live here and I wondered if you know where he moved onto."

She looked at him, her eyes boring into him and she said, "A million miles away from here."

He was taken aback from that answer but regaining his composure he asked, "Do you mean is he dead?"

She laughed, "Well that I'm none so sure of. The last time I saw him was on Craig Na Dun. You've heard it, I believe. I recognised your face from the paper. Should've guessed I'd see you turn up here."

"What do you mean?" He didn't like what she said, it sounded fishy.

"Well it's your friend that's missing right and she went missing in Craig Na Dun."

He stood up anxiously as the son came through but he sat down again biting his tongue, just. The son lay down juice and tea and some home made biscuits and asked his mum if everything was ok.

"Of course son. Now leave us be and see to the business. Myself and this young man are talking." He gave Simon a stare and then sulkily walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.

Simon took a few deep breaths and asked, "Where is Kayleigh?"

She was in the process of drinking her tea; the cup was inches from her mouth. She said simply, "I would imagine the same place as where Roger is, almost." She smiled and sipped her tea.

"Where is she?" He asked fed up with this talk.

"Well its not so much a question of where but more when." She drank more of her tea and helped herself to one of the pieces.

"What is that supposed to mean? Please tell me what has happened to my Kay. She's everything to me. I can't take any more of this riddles. I've had enough with being arrested for her murdered. Kayleigh is alive and well, I can feel it." Simon stated getting all flustered.

"No your right. She's not dead. She's not in this time." Again he took deep breaths thinking this woman was insane. But before he could speak she spoke up again. "Ok the truth is that its likely Kayleigh has travelled back in time. It hasn't happened in so long. The last would be in 1943-."

"Claire Randall." He stated, interrupting her thinking of the woman who disappeared for three years.

"Ah so you have done your research. Yes Claire Randall is in the past too, she went back after 20 years for her someone she met in that time I believe. Roger was in love with her daughter. Brianna went back to find her mother and her real father, Roger followed. I've always expected one day they might turn up on my door but not so far though it doesn't mean they aren't back in this time."

"In the past? That doesn't make sense for god sake. You can't just time travel back centuries." But could you, Kayleigh disappeared right before his eyes.

"Well actually you can. The stones on Craig Na Dun have some sort of power and I can assure its true. I saw Roger myself disappear through time. I read that your friend disappeared on 30th October. Well that would be Salheim, one of the fire feasts. Its only possible to go back in time on the sun or fire feasts."

Did it make sense? He thought. Well no but in a way it did too especially since he knew Kayleigh was alive and that he had seen her fade and go.

"Ok, ok so how can I get Kayleigh back? How do I go through the stones?" He said

"Well I'm guessing you probably can't travel. Only certain people can hear it. And as to how to get Kayleigh back there is no way but for Kayleigh to walk back through those stones."

"You mean I may never see Kayleigh again?" He said getting angry with himself.

"Well unfortunately yes you may never but I can only hope for her sake she is well enough to make her way back through to this time. I cannot say anything else to you."

"But…"

"I'm sorry Simon, you can't come through the stones. I've told you the truth, I cannot give you anymore."

"Oh my god." He said to himself more and suddenly without really know how his legs were up and he was running out the house, running, running, closer to Kayleigh. She has to come back. He'd wait for her.

Without realising he was running all the way out to the hill and about three quarters of a mile later with no one else at that hill but the stones to mock him he sat in the middle and cried.

God Kayleigh, please come home!