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as he slammed the door closed. With abnormal speed, he was in the driver’s seat and throwing the shifter into reverse.
      Evie jumped at his outburst and unnatural speed to the driver ’s side, “What was that? How did you just get into the car so fast?” Her alarm spiked as she attempted to pull the seatbelt on, her tremulous hands fumbling, unable to hold onto it.
      “It looks like I am not the only one who was sent to retrieve you.” His calm explanation contradicted by his clenched teeth. Alarming fury emanated from him as he pulled onto her street with too much speed and not enough caution.
      “What do you mean ‘retrieve’ me? What am I wanted for and by whom? What the fuck is going on?” Her chest tight, she pressed her palm against her heart, its erratic beat pounding in her head. This can’t be happening. She leaned forward and pressed her hands to the dashboard, her stomach beginning to pitch and turn as the seatbelt bit into her neck.
      As he sped onto the highway, almost flipping the SUV, he merged with oncoming traffic, “You are not who or what you think you are.”  He Slowed down to about eighty miles per hour and looked into the rearview mirror. A look of unease crossed his features as he glanced at her before he schooled his face into impassivity.
    “ I’m pretty sure I know who I am, so you can elaborate on that statement.” Speaking through clenched teeth she focused on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as she tried to calm her rising panic and to keep from vomiting all over the car. She closed her eyes to collect her thoughts. I have to get away from him. If I jump from the car, I would be killed at the speed he is driving. Biting her lip in frustration, she opened her eyes, dumbfounded to find the highway empty as the streetlights gradually dimmed as they passed each one. This can’t be real. It’s a nightmare . That’s it, she was stuck in a dream state, or maybe, she was having a nervous breakdown.
      “You dream of airlessness in mountains you think you have never seen and of colors of ever changing hues. You know there is purpose, you see and feel infinite threads making up the water color landscape in your mind.” His profile difficult to make out in the darkness, his voice was a resonant, staccato that chilled her. She quaked as goose bumps erupted on her skin. She gripped the door handle, the urge to flee strong.
      His hand shot out and he gripped her wrist, his eyes never wavering from the blackened stretch of highway, he continued his eerie tirade, “darkness comes, causing the colors to dim and run together. You know something is about to happen but you awaken to the always present question: why does the dream never progress? What am I waiting for?” Her stomach heaved as she fumbled for the button to put the window down. Poking her head out of the window, she breathed the frigid air in, relieving the nausea.
    She leaned back and gasped. “Let me go,” her feeble plea falling on deaf ears.
      “You know what I say is true. You cannot deny it, and you know that you will not.” The last he said almost to himself as the highway’s lights continued to dim as they passed them. She pushed the button, closing the window. Gingerly turning her head, she looked out of the rearview window to find that the freeway was engulfed in darkness. How can this be? Where were the other cars?
      “I’m not going to deny what you are saying to me,” she studied his features, “but you have to tell me who or what you think I am. Who are you, really? Don’t you think after everything I have been through in the past couple of days I deserve an answer?”  Hesitantly placing her hand on his arm hoping for a bonding moment, something deep down warned her not to trust him. He is not what he seems echoed in her mind, a voice not quite her own intruded into her thoughts. Where had that thought come from? He glared down at her hand on his arm, prompting her