Sitting at a smaller desk to my left, a young woman with a laptop stylishly dressed in a pale blue suit, she looked at me over the top of her glasses, her hands posed over the keyboard of her computer. I felt as if I had just woken up from a long sleep and was only now up and running. “Charlie, no offence but I don’t remember you or for that matter ever having a lawyer,” I said, flatly. I had begun to feel more focused, more aware. I’m your lawyer,” the man said, leaning forward, holding out his hand. We’re on the third floor of the Hunter building… we’re in Dallas Texas. Someone else was in the room standing to my left.
Harris?” he asked smugly, his arms folded. Littered with files, a large desk, built of the same material took up most of the floor space.Ī young, thin man, dressed in what appeared to be an expensive suit and tie along with a pair of very shiny shoes, leaned against it. I tried to focus on the brass handles that seemed to be everywhere. The walls were covered in dark walnut book cases, filled with hundreds of books, all set behind glass. I sat on a leather sofa, in an office I had no memory of ever being in. I pushed myself up, turning to put my feet on the floor. number nine, zero, eight, three, seven? Are you with me?” Harris,” a voice filtered into my consciousness. Barely aware of my surroundings I found my hand on a door as the signal screamed in my head. I climbed three flights of stairs in a building I’d never seen. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Nothing could stand in my way, nothing could stop me. I saw nothing, heard nothing, moved through the world in a fog. Something pulled at me, filling my head… a sound, a single tone… a signal that drove me to find it… to end it… to get it out of my head.
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