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dating on those bits of bone. Have you got the results? Why didn’t you tell me over the phone?’
    ‘I didn’t say over the phone as I was more concerned about you. I wanted to see you and I’m glad I did.’
    A pained look crept back onto Sarah’s face, only to be replaced with a sterner resolve. ‘Get on with it, then,’ she said, sounding impatient.
    Trish concealed a grin; that was the Sarah she knew and loved.
    Sarah’s expression grew annoyed as she caught her friend’s amusement. ‘What?’
    ‘Eh? Nothing,’ Trish said hastily, losing the upturned corners of her mouth under her friend’s penetrating gaze. ‘Anyway,’ Trish continued, ‘the lab tech, some newbie, got the items to be dated mixed up and the bone fragments weren’t done.’
    Sarah swore loudly and the couple near them looked over again in disapproval.
    ‘That’s not all; after I gave them an earful I took a cab and went down there to find out what was going on. It was as they’d told me; they’d dated the wrong item, which is obviously bad.’ Sarah was about to say something, but Trish held her hand up, cutting her off. ‘Turns out this guy had actually dated some of that stringy rope we found wrapped round what looked like a phalange bone, except it turns out it wasn’t rope at all – it was hair!’
    ‘Hair? No way!’
    ‘Yes, way, and what’s more, and this is the really good bit,’ Trish said, pausing for dramatic effect.
    ‘Arrgh – get on with it already!’
    ‘Well, they dated it and it was five hundred THOUSAND years old. I thought, what – that’s rubbish, as your trinket, that pendant thing the hair had been bound around, was properly cast. So I told them to test it again, but they said they already had, three times, and the results came back the same.’
    ‘I knew it!’ Sarah reached across and gave Trish a big smacker full on the lips.
    ‘Yuck.’ Trish wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve; she couldn’t help but grin, though, as Sarah sat back down.
    ‘Oh, Trish, this could be the break I’ve been looking for these past years, finally some more hard evidence!’
    ‘Okay, I thought you might act like this. It’s not really sufficient proof for your theory, though, is it? A few odds and ends?’
    Sarah eyes blazed with defiance. ‘It will be when I get those bones dated too.’
    ‘Hey, I’m on your side here, but you’ve got to think how they will look at it. You need supporting evidence, you know that, otherwise it will hold no water. Even if you did have supporting evidence, many would still dismiss the claims and say the conclusions are wrong. They will pick it apart piece by piece and you will be ridiculed. We’ve seen it before and we’ll see it again. It’s the game; it’s just how it works.’
    ‘You think I don’t know that? Friggin’ Ada, of course I know that, but it won’t stop me from trying. If I still had those parchments—’
    Trish didn’t comment; she didn’t want Sarah to dwell on that period of her life, especially considering her already fragile state of mind. The parchments in question, destroyed in the same fire that claimed her mother’s life, were discovered by Sarah many years ago on a remote dig in the Zagros Mountains in Iran. Sarah had claimed they were from an advanced, extremely ancient human ancestor, since they had shown detailed maps of the continents equivalent to those that we have today; including Antarctica, which has only been mapped with any degree of accuracy in recent times. This theory was much more out there than another, which claimed a pre historical human civilisation existed around ten thousand years ago, one that was wiped out in a great flood when the ice caps melted. While this idea would also account for the maps, Sarah had other evidence to the contrary.
    Sarah theorised a race of larger humans existed hundreds of thousands of years in the past alongside Homo erectus, cited by the scientific community as the direct ancestor for