In those dreams, my whole life somehow seemed intertwined with Ponleak's, the Man from Mars.
By getting off this bus my suspicions were, and I know it has been documented over the years, that Law Enforcement Agency was waiting for me outside and they liked to apprehend their most wanted while they were asleep. When the suspect has less time to comprehend what was going on around him.
And that is exactly what I felt was coming.
Until my head cleared a little while I was waiting in line to debark.
I thought about it. I was awakened by the the man in black, with the help of a fellow passenger who could do sign language, so she could relay his wishes to me.
For the life of me, I never once thought that this guy could have been a mute. A mistake that could cost me, I was hoping, not my life.
So, unless I haven't heard about any new government policies being enacted to hire the mute, this guy behind me could not be working for any Law Enforcement Agency. I don't believe they would hire someone who couldn't speak and put them out in the field. How could he communicate with other officers in an emergency.
He couldn't.
So then my imagination went wild. He must be working for a particular person. Someone who trusted him completely. To do their bidding and keep his secrets.
Again, the first few paranoid thoughts that came to mind were, he is working for a drug lord, maybe the mafia, or some antique collector who has discovered violence is the best way to beat his competitors to the prize.
Either way, at the steps, I am being pushed forward from behind by other passengers, to keep on moving out of the bus.
Before going outside, my mind starts racing.
If I have to, I will not go down without a fight, I thought. The amulet may fall into the wrong hands soon, but I am going to take as many of the bad guys as I can with me.
If I am going to die, I am going down fighting.
If all that reverie I was going through, remembering the life Ponleak had while he was still on Mars has taught me anything, is that the power like the amulet has, creates jealousy and a craving among the people who know about.
They want it for their own devilish means. Not to help people, but to control them.
On the last step, I get a heavy handed shove from behind by the man in black.
I stumble forward, reaching out with my right hand, preparing myself to hit the pavement.
Instead, I almost fall into the legs of some fellow, who I assume was waiting for me. I knew this because he caught me, with both hands under my right shoulder.
I was staring down at his perfectly pressed Ralph Lauren's slacks and shimmering black leather Calvin Klein's Oxford shoes when he picked me up and tossed me backwards, with hardly an effort, to the man in black behind me. Back to the person who had pushed me forward in the first place.
I looked up, to see who had saved me from crashing, face first, into the parking lot.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I screamed, "Ponleak!" Catching him off guard, when I took a couple of steps forward and hugged him. Hugging him hard. As if we had been best friends for years, but I haven't seen him for awhile.
I was very happy to see him. Happy to see the Man from Mars.
To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,
Excited About The Next Three Episodes,
Since They Will Just Be In Time For The Fall
Nielsen TV Ratings,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I asked him what the amulet meant to him, what its meaning was. At
first, I thought he wasn't going to answer. But then, in a haunting
voice, he said that it represented the dance with death.”
-Terry Goodkind, -
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