Prologue:

If we never meet again this side of heaven…

I will meet you on that beautiful shore.

All their was to see was the road ahead. It seemed to go on forever with the end always just out of sight. My hands griped the steering wheel tighter. My foot pushed down on the gas. The old rustic car sputtered and seemed to gasp for breath as the engine scarcely roared. It won’t last much longer. The gas meter was tipping dangerously close to zero. I was driving in the red.

I pushed onward.

The air-conditioning had stubbornly refused to work almost 42 miles ago. Leaving me with my windows down and the bitter breeze of the desert as my only comfort. Squinting my eyes, I strained to look down the road. Dust and sand were slowly seeping in to the car with the wind covering everything, turning it all into a harsh rustic tan color. The sand was stuck in my hair, and eyes. It clung to my skin, turning me the same color as the desert plains. I could taste the harsh bitter dust in my mouth. It grinded between my teeth, and clogged the back of my throat.

“Shit.” I mumbled, “I don’t even have any water with me.” Leaving Hartwell had been anything but leisurely. There had been no time. No time for planning, preparations or even directions. It had been hasty and clumsy. Reaching for my earlobe I could still faintly hear it. The sirens, with their chilling foreboding ring echoing endlessly in my ears. By now the streets would be clogged with eastern troops, carelessly lugging around their big guns, itching and trigger happy ready to shoot anyone who even stood wrong. Hartwell was dead, probably destroyed. There was nothing there for me anymore.

The car began to sputter and choke. I quickly glanced down at the dash bored. The tiny red light was now blinking begging me to stop. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let myself. It wasn’t even a quarter of the way. Looking up from the dash I thought I saw it. Standing in the middle or the road, as though it was perfectly normal. Normal to see old ghost in the middle of desert. I grabbed the stirring the wheel pulling a sharp left, slamming on the breaks. My wheels began to spine. the world began to quickly turn in windows. I shut my eyes and held on tight.

I was twirling.

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