But for Rhys, it was 1966, not nearly 40 years later. He just shook his head tightly, still looking around the room with worry, noting the differences in hairstyles, in the way so many of the girls here seemed to wear make-up, where they hadn't before. If it was 2004, how was he to get back home? What was he doing here? The boy at his side was almost forgotten in his distress.