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I sat on the floor in the middle of my living room blinking at the wall as if any one of the times I opened my eyes I would again be in the back seat of the car. In the rearview mirror James would be staring me in the face perplexed as I about what was going on. When almost 10 minutes when by and the wall had not become the inside of a car I began to throw up.
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Dad drove the Subaru like a maniac as if being chased. I looked over my shoulder out the rear window expecting to see head lights roaring up on us but the streets were empty. I thought I was speechless but my mouth proved to me otherwise.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, more to myself than to anyone else.
“Listen..” Dad replied but I cut him off.
“Where the fuck have you been? Who was the in my car? Where is Rob? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?”
“James, listen. Do you see the light in the sky?”
I leaned forward to check, “Yeah. Do you?”
“No. How big is it?”
“A little bit bigger than the sun or moon. What do you..” He returned the favor and cut me off.
“I can’t see it. And if it’s that big we don’t have much time. We need to get you to the basement.”
“Basement? Basement of what?”
“The old house, James.”
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I got up from the floor and ran for bedroom, under the mattress I kept a hand gun. A round from the gun was going to kill someone today, it might end up even being me.
I nearly kicked the front door off the hinges as I left, no need to lock up, not when you might blink and end up somewhere else at any given moment.
I reached my car to find it on fire. I was less than surprised.

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