“Michael,” a voice said softly breathing heavy breath with a delicate whisper into my ear. “Michael, don’t you have a meeting?” My eyelids tried to unglue themselves and pop open. Where is here? What was that fluttering sound? Whose voice was that whispering in my ear? Turning my head to see the pale off white skin and pinkish cheeks of a blonde woman I couldn’t remember the name of. My mind was racing to come up with a name. “Sharon? No. Sara? No.” It was too early to try and remember names. “What, baby?” slyly. Of course it was smooth enough not to be noticed and went over fine. She looked at me with soft eyes telling me she had just woke up. “Don’t you have a meeting?” “Yeah,” looking at the window of blinds behind her. The sun was a bit of a pinkish orange with a hint of yellow reflecting onto the ceiling. At that moment I knew what time it was. “Let’s see. It’s 7:13, right?”

Bathwater warm ocean washed over my feet as the shells rattled against one another. The sun was setting over the water to the west and reflecting all the way south. It resembled the Florida Keys with the palm trees and shells clanking around. To the north side of the sun was the Rocky Mountain range of Vale, Colorado as the sun went down. I could see the sloped snow range as the twinkling light reflected off every flake. My heart pounded faster to the north with the mountains than the south with the ocean. I could see myself sitting on the porch of the Chateau in Vale while I was sitting on the beach. I could see the shells of the beach on my feet in the sand from the rail of Vale. Could this be? As the sun went down, the light brightened in my eyes with the haze and glare. My eyes raced back and forth furiously. I could feel a cold hand on my face and echoes of a voice in the distance. “Michael!” The voice was growing loud

In comparison to everyone else’s life, mine has been bizarre. I’ve always done things a little different and really just felt my way through life. If something felt right or I felt like something was trying to tell me to do something I just went with it. I made money and did some things with it other people might not have thought of or even thought was realistic. The black limo filled with Matt and the girls pulled to a stop in the underground garage on my 20th birthday. The ’10 Car Monty’, as it came to be known, worked. Well enough to get us away from whoever was chasing us. Riled, the sport’s bar was fun but the chase seemed even more fun for everyone, except me. Matt looked at the girls as the opaque glass became see through again. He opened the door and hopped out of the limo. The girls followed him out and I just sat there for a moment. My mind was still preoccupied with who it was that followed us. It was the tactical boots that we

Nine years had passed while I sat in a small concrete room. They were good enough to give me a box-less bed and a metal chair and desk. No doubt they were waiting for something to happen and they either wanted me to be bored while we waited or they thought it would happen fast. Everyday of the last nine years, since right before my 21st birthday, had been spent in my room. Locked away from the world, but never locked out of my own mind. Day after day I escaped deep inside my mind learning every detail of this bizarre ability I had and learning how to use it consistently. Still, I was always aware they were behind the glass. Some of the learning had to take place outside my head just by the very nature of what it was. The majority, though, could be learned inside my ever expanding mind where I didn’t have the mirrors. The very first thing I taught myself was how to be in two different places at once. Each time I had done it before

Rain could always be a soothing experience for me. Tiny round droplets of cold water falling from the sky, crashing into whatever got in its way, to make a sound easing the tension. I could always count on the rain to put my pulse and my racing mind back in check. Spring in New York always had the potential to let loose the rain. That day it happened to be raining as I looked out my hotel room window to the street below. An ever moving and never sleep city that didn’t care the tiniest little bit about the water falling from the sky. I was in New York for business and a little bit more. Paranoia was starting to creep in and I wanted to start setting up some things that I could use later. I was buying some property while I was in town trying to show the board of one of my companies a new technology we were going to produce. Both Matt and Bob had made the trip and had lists of things I’d given them to do. Bob also wanted to check w