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mourning the loss of his son; now he was holding his hand as they walked to school.
    He gripped Jason’s hand tightly as they approached the intersection. He could see the traffic, the lights and the other pedestrians and he was sweating heavily. He still couldn’t understand what happened, what was happening. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a man and a boy walking toward them. He slowed down and as the other two got closer he could see them walking hand in hand: it was Alex and his father. Behind them was another man. John couldn’t remember seeing him before, but last time his focus was on Alex, and then the sight of Jason lying on the road.
    The man was dressed in a black suit and tie, black shirt, black shoes. He was walking very close to Alex and his dad, almost into them, but they weren’t aware of him.
    When they got to the intersection, John stopped and hung onto Jason’s hand, determined not let go. The traffic was moving swiftly and proceeding with the green light. Jason pushed the “Walk” button and waited. John turned and looked at the others coming up behind them. They were about three hundred feet away when the man in the black suit leaned down and whispered into Alex’s ear. In an instant Alex pulled free from his father and ran toward the intersection.
    His father began yelling desperately for Alex to stop. He ran after him, but the boy was sprinting as fast as he could and had a head start. He simply took his father by surprise. John couldn’t see the other man anymore.
    When Alex got within a few feet of him, John jumped in front of him and grabbed him. They collided, but John did the best he could to cushion the blow with his body. At the same time he kept his grip firmly on Jason’s hand. The traffic was flowing faster; there was no question Alex would have run directly into it.
    John suddenly felt both boys pulling away from him. He held them tighter, but he was losing his grip. Jason pulled against his hand, Alex against the arm he had wrapped around him.
    Confusion set in. Both boys were strong. He looked down at them. Both of them were standing passively, but something was pulling them away from him. His legs refused to move and his jaw jammed shut.
    Time slowed down and John was desperate for Alex’s father to get to him, but he still hadn’t gotten there. He sensed something out of the corner of his eye. The man in black stood there, looking straight at him. He just stood and stared, saying nothing. His eyes held no color, they were completely black. He had a mean mouth, with thin cruel lips.
    Behind John, the cars had stopped moving and a pedestrian was in mid walk, as though frozen in time. John was confused. Was he going back to before? Was something wrong? Was this even happening? Was this actually a hallucination?
    He turned his focus back to the man in black. His expression had changed from passive to extreme rage. He was furious and his glare was directed to John’s side. John turned his head. Two other men dressed in the same black clothing were pulling on Jason and Alex, ripping desperately at the boys, clawing and dragging. Each man whispered in one of the boys’ ears, and John could just barely hear them.
    “Run! Run! Pull away from your father! It’ll be fun!
    The first man shouted at the other two in a language John had never heard. They both looked petrified. They pulled harder, with fear in their eyes mixed with aggression. It was all John could do to hang on. The two boys didn’t seem to be aware of anything going on and were both frozen in time like the world around them.
    The two men turned to John and pleaded, “Give them to us! Please! We’ll make it worth your while!” They tried to push the boys onto the road. One of them pounded at John’s arm, scratching and clawing at his skin.
    John answered by gripping the boys tighter and pulling them into him as best he could, making the men angrier, more desperate. They moved close to him, still clawing at him