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and pushing the boys. He could smell their breath and body odor, and it reminded him of the smell in his dream. Both men screamed in his ear; it was deafening, and he could feel their breath, dry as a bone, against the side of his neck.
    John’s eyes turned to the first man. He let out an ear-piercing scream. His eyes bulged, and then all three disappeared.
    John felt a hand on his back and jumped. “Thank you so much,” a voice said. “The little guy just ran for some reason and wouldn’t stop!”
    John looked around. His heart pounded, his forehead was slick with sweat and he still held on to the two boys. The traffic was moving. The three men in black were nowhere to be seen.
    Alex’s father saw him shaking. “Thank you so much! Alex was heading straight into the traffic. If you hadn’t have stopped him, I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened. My name’s Tom.” He held his hand out, John shook it.
    Tom grabbed Alex by the arm and pulled him into him. “I told you to stop, Alex! You have to start listening to me!” He looked back to John. “Thanks again, I really mean that.”
    He led Alex away toward the school gates. “I’m serious Alex. No friends over for a week, until you learn to listen. That goes for your imaginary friend as well.”
    It took a few minutes for John to calm down. He masked his shock from Jason as best he could, but as soon as he left him at the door of his class room he ran to the restroom.
    He burst through the doors and into a stall. He lifted up the toilet seat, dropped to his knees, and threw up. All of what had just happened ran through his mind. It was far too much to take in. He had Jason back, everything was as before, but he couldn’t get the three men in black out of his mind. Who were they? Why were they doing what they were doing? Where was Christopher?
    He just didn’t understand. He couldn’t.

Chapter Four
    One Year Later
    John sat in his apartment listening to the most soothing music he knew, Aaron Neville’s “Tattooed Heart” album. As “Beautiful Night” drifted through the sunny room, he relaxed and spread out on the sofa, slowly sipping lemon water. He still remembered what happened a year ago, but as time passed, it crossed his mind less often. It was all such an amazing, incredible, bizarre experience he often wondered if he dreamed it all.
    There were a few times he considered seeing a psychiatrist, then decided against it. There was really no one he could talk to about it, so he lived on, hoping never to repeat the experience.
    He did know a few things as fact, and sometimes ran them over in his mind to try and comprehend it. One, Jason was well and didn’t appear to have any problems. In fact, he seemed oblivious to the whole ordeal. Two, John himself had done well since it happened, was promoted and given a raise. He purchased this nice apartment, near the water in a quiet part of town, six months ago. Three, he hadn’t seen or heard from Christopher since before it happened.
    There had been no dreams, no ghostly visits, nothing else weird as he had been afraid of. He decided if Christopher was telling the truth about everything, he had done his job and moved on. Lastly, he was doing better than Alex and his Dad. Janine let John pick Jason up from school a couple of days a week now, especially after she heard how he had saved Alex’s life from another mother.
    He had seen Tom and Alex in the principal’s office on at least three occasions when picking up Jason from school. Tom was listening and nodding as the principal spoke, frantically trying to get her point across. Alex stood in the corner, his head bowed, but from John’s angle he could see a smirk on Alex’s face. Once Alex caught him looking and poked out his tongue.
    The music stopped. John heard the clunk of the CD player changing discs. Hearing the disc change startled him, made him realize it was time to get ready. He was going out with a friend to a local café. Gone