From: angerman Date: 16 Aug 1998 05:47:30 GMT Subject: "This point in time" Drifting again... Always the grey mist. Always the disorientation. Still not used to it yet. I became aware of standing on a street. First priority - Yeah, I am dressed appropriately for the time period and for my sex. This is good. Street signs in English. OK, not good. Not my first choice, but I can get by. A tall man (taller than I am, at least) in a long dark coat grabs my arm and pulls me aside, rather rudely. Instead of damaging him, I'll try conversation. "Excuse me!" "Are you alright?" he asks, American accent, maybe late 20th C. "I certainly am! Do you enjoy displaying your strength?" "You were standing in the middle of the street!" "I...see. Who are you?" "Fox Mulder." I gave him a blank stare. "And that means..?" you are named for an animal? He reaches into his pocket for something, and pulls out a badge and identification. Must be insecure about his identity. "I'm with the FBI." FBI, OK rewind, law enforcement of some kind. Maybe he can be of some assistance... "Is there somewhere we can talk?" "Yeah," he started, as I began to fade. What timing. I could hold on to the next few seconds through the grey mist. He looked around, confused. A small woman with auburn hair approached him. "Mulder? Are you OK?" "The person...that was right here...." "There was no one here." "Not now, they just vanished." "You know, you have been under quite a bit of stress, even for you...." ************************************************************* Now in a laboratory setting... "Let me get this straight," I said to the first person, "you ar Dr. Samual Beckett. And you," to the second person, "are Jarod, a "Pretender"?". Random thoughts, but I would appreciate some feedback, especially kind comments angerman@bright.net