Bun And Loaf.

New home.

We arrived at my new house a month and three weeks later.

I sold my car, in Nordman, to a Corvair collector.

He'd been unable to find the particular body style of the exact year model I had.

This made it rare and the fact that mine was in mint condition made it extremely high value.

He paid me ten times what I paid for it and, of course, I went and bought as much gold and silver as I could with the $180,000.

Sure, the car is 150 years old but, still, I never thought that it would be worth so much.

Antique cars made a raging come-back following the utter failure of electric vehicles and the piling lawsuits that ended up with the ban on fossil fuels being lifted.

Because so many antiques were available, from private owners, collectors and museums, they still outnumbered electric vehicles.

New model gasoline and diesel vehicles had failed to sell, so miserably that Ford, Mercedes and Volkswagen filed bankruptcy in the following months.

Antiques were all the rage and, if the new vehicles weren't as easy to work on, no one wanted them.

Anyway, I'd also bought a large four wheeler and a trailer that was made for it to pull.

I loaded it with food and supplies before heading North from Nordman.

I turned onto North Nordman rd, from Nordman rd and picked Sylvia up from where she hid near the small bridge over Granite Creek.

I, then, went back to Nordman road and turned right to head toward my new home.

I followed Nordman rd into Washington and back into Idaho where it turns into Upper Priest River rd/NF-1013 .

I followed that for about an hour until I reached Idaho Centennial Trail.

I took that as far North as it went and turned off into the woods.

We entered my property ten minutes before, but had just a little further to go.

Sylvia really enjoyed seeing the Upper Priest Falls and we'd taken a meal break there.

She scored a large number of wild edibles and it was a wonderful time for the both of us.

From where I was sitting, the falls were behind her and made her look even more beautiful.

When we got to my home, she was surprised.

She'd never seen any building like it, in this world, and said that it reminded her of the home of low ranked nobles in her world.

"Gee, thanks..." I'd joked and she quickly apologized.

I told her that I was only joking and kissed her. She happily returned it.

Parking the four wheeler out front, we unloaded the trailer and took everything inside.

I went in first, after telling her to wait for my signal, and sat the stuff by the door.

I didn't want to risk her being exposed to others in a surprise homecoming party thrown by the builders, or some hikers using it to rest... which would have been fine before I'd met Sylvia, but not now.

After seeing no one on the first floor, I checked the cellar and downstairs bathroom before going upstairs.

No one, at all, anywhere.

I went back to the front door and saw her panicked expression, as she held the last box of goods. She was looking off to the side and away from the door.