January 30

“And how do you know about the car crash?”
“Miss– I mean, Fran,” he says, “there are certain things in this world that a lot of people don’t seem to care too much to know about. Things like accidents, things like mysteries, things like paradoxes.”
“And the answer is in there, where exactly?”
“I’m getting to that. Look, all it really boils down to is that you have touched upon a world that is a bit out of your depth right now,” Reynolds says. “I can help you reach the shore safely. All I need from you is a little bit of information. Just a very tiny little bit of information, really… nothing I can’t find out otherwise, of course, but you see, asking you is the fastest way for both of us to get what we want.”
“Uh-huh. And what exactly is it that you think I want, Mister Reynolds?”
“Lucas, please,” he smiles. “And I know what you want. You want to be left alone, you want to be put back safely into your world. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that there are some roads best left untraveled.”
I stare at him for a moment. He has a point. If all the weird crap that’s been going on around me could just stop, then maybe I could get on with my life. It certainly would be nice to just chalk this up to a bad day and let it all fade away into the past. On the other hand, I still don’t know why just looking at him makes me want to run him over with a bus. The bastard’s not even sweating. Did the furnace not kick in, or what?

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