Who could that be at this hour?
I jumped when the phone rang and managed to knock the cork board off of the wall. I am not a fan of late night or early morning telephone calls because they rarely offer good news.
“I am in trouble and I need your help. They’re back.”
It took a moment for me to realize I wasn’t dreaming and a moment longer to grunt in reply.
There was an awkward silence followed by a plea for my help and reminders of promises I made. I said I would do what I could and hung up the phone.
Lay down in the dark and stared at the ceiling and made a mental note about what supplies to pick up and where to get them. I figured I had about two days to get it together before they found me.
Public transportation was out. There wouldn’t be any planes or trains on this trip and I probably wasn’t going to be able to get any help from any of the old crew.
We had all gone our separate ways years before and intentionally not shared the details of where we were going. We did it for safety reasons. No one was invisible but we figured if things went to hell it might give the others time to prepare.
I didn’t have time to worry about the others. If I found a way I would send word to them and if not, well they were all capable people.
Right now I had two days worth of work and a three day drive to prepare for.
The clock on the desk read 2:49 AM.
Might as well close my eyes again and try to get another two hours of sleep because once I start moving sleep is going to be scarce.
Closed my eyes and tried to sleep and then the other memories hit me like a torrent of water and I remember why I had to walk away from the woman I planned to marry.