posted on Aug, 25 2007 @ 12:31 PM
Chapter 1, part 3
The morning sun burst through the window violently. Zack sat up with a start to see Lora standing at the foot of the bed; he gave a confused look,
swung his legs over the bedside and put on some sweatpants. Lora didn’t move, her eyes stayed glued to the television, Zack approached and found her
staring into a static blizzard. He reached in and flipped the old dial on his archaic television to turn it off. Lora fell to the ground nearly giving
Zack a heart attack.
“Lora? Lora?” Zack called her name as he rolled her onto her back and checked her pulse, she was convulsing as he spoke, “Lora, Lora, wake
up!” she sat straight up, “Are you okay?”
“I’m, I’m fine, what happened? My legs feel tired,”
“I woke up and found you watching static on my TV set,”
“Weird, I, I don’t remember coming in here, but I don’t remember falling asleep either, ouch, my arm.”
She grasped her arm and they saw it, a cut on her forearm running from her elbow vertically for around four inches, it wasn’t too deep, but neither
was certain how it had gotten there.
“Where did you go last night?”
“I’d like to know the answer to that as much as you would,” she stood up, nearly falling back down, her legs seemed so tired, as though she’d
been running all night, “I bet he has the answer,” she said pointing to the man in the coat out the window. He was sitting outside a coffee shop
sipping something from a cup.
“Hey you, in the coat!” Zack called out once they had arrived outside, the man seemed startled, he stood, Zack began to walk speedily towards
him, ignoring oncoming traffic. The man stood still as Zack called to him.
“ZACK! Look Out!” Lora rushed in at him in the nick of time and shoved Zack out of the way of the oncoming bus, Zack flew all the way to the curb
on the other side. The man in the coat cracked a smile detectable even through his collar; he picked up his coffee cup and threw it in perfect
rotation. The cup screeched through the space between the man and the bus now threatening Lora’s life, the cup hit the bus’s bumper, its contents
spilling out and causing the bus to abruptly… disappear. Lora was standing, in the middle of the street, braced for her own demise, but demise never
came. She opened her eyes and blinked twice, looking to where the bus had been coming from and then to Zack and the coated individual for approval.
Did that really just happened, where the hell is the bus?
“What the? How?” Zack squeaked out in astonishment, the man stood there, the smile still residing on his face. Zack redirected his attention to
Lora, still standing jaw dropped in the street, he ran in and brought her over to the side of the road, but when they got back the man was gone.
“Great, he left, at least you’re okay,” Zack said still glancing about.
“Yeah, that must have been some strong coffee,” She joked, smiling.
“Ha, ha, ha; well, it’s going to have to wait, I gotta get to work,”
“You’re not serious are you?”
“Just because reality is challenged doesn’t mean the world stops, my apartment’s not going to pay for itself,” he reasoned.
“But you can’t just leave me alone,”
“Well, you’re right about that, but I can’t exactly take you to work with me, Mr. Luigi wouldn’t be too fond of that,
“Why don’t I just hang around the shop, near it anyway, and if I have any trouble I’ll call you,”
“Chances are if you do have trouble it’ll be like the TV thing and you might not be able to call, but I’m almost late so we’ll have to go