The map would explain everything, Ben felt sure of that.All he had to do was pull himself together and go to look at the map.He pushed himself away from the wall, waited for a car to pass, then headed across the main street.A few cars were parked in the spaces painted onto the square. They looked like normal cars but the makers’ badges were unfamiliar and Ben didn’t recognise them. Not a Ford or a Nissan in sight.He approached the display board. The map had been put there for holidaymakers: made to look as if it had been painted by hand, with little pictures of some of the buildings and tiny black footprints picking out interesting walks.“The Historical Market Town of Kirby” the map proclaimed in big letters. The layout of the streets looked familiar to Ben, and some of the names.But some of the street names were slightly different: as he had already seen, Regent Road was now Regency Road, but also Mill Street had become Miller’s Row, Hearst Green was Hart’s Green, Lime Street was Lyme’s Street...And Duke Street!
