he flicked the wall switch to employ the coffee machine and returned to what is swirling amongst his previous thought process so how come a man arrives in a village no bigger than a postage stamp , makes a fresh start in life with no more emotional baggage to carry than many other people , settles into a more civilised , and supposedly , healthier pace and lifestyle , keeps himself to himself until one day when he casually invites a few locals round for a drink and chat ; how come , he reiterates again , how come he has been landed with the woman currently sitting in an armchair in his lounge who , he discovered three days ago , saw a clear vision of his deceased mother who apologised to him , through this miserable mystic , for a car crash that accounted for the life of his fiance fifteen years ago ?