Quantum Touch Collection

Chapter 25

BY 10:30, WE WERE BACK at school. We said goodbye to James and stood as a group in the parking lot.

“Well, we sure have a lot to talk about,” said Lois.

“Not tonight. I still have some thinking to do,” I said.

“Tomorrow then,” said George. “We can"t talk about this during school. We need to assess this.”

Linda said, “Come to our house at noon. Ashley, go shopping.”

“What should I get?”

“Get inspired.”

Watching the verbal volleying, Sandy said, “I"ll help. See you tomorrow.”

“We"ll see you at noon then.” Linda said.

When we arrived home, I almost fell into an armchair in the family room. “Nice dinner,” I said.

But Linda wasn"t in the mood for small talk. She said, “Fritz, they"re not fooling around. Now I"m more afraid of not finding the portal again.” She sat across from me.

not“I know. Those images alarm me. They didn"t even notice all the things I did. I could make out the kids" faces. The fire was there; we were there. And they pulled it out of thin air. That"s actually pretty impressive, but it"s scary.” The reality finally slid into my head. What if someone else finds out? I could be kidn*pped or killed. I didn"t mention that to Linda.

What if someone else finds out? I could be kidn*pped or killed.“Fritz, what are we going to do?” She was sitting on the edge of the couch.

“Exactly what we"ve been doing. I"ll have to ask George if I can come in after hours, so no one will disturb me.”

“Us, you mean. I"m coming with you.”

“Okay,” I said, surprising her. “I"m strangely tired. Let"s go to bed.”

Sunday started later than usual. Neither of us had slept well, and we moved slowly. Linda spent a bit longer than usual in the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Nerves. Dinner was great going down but didn"t sit well. I"ll be fine.”

At 11:30, Ashley showed up in his Sunday best—torn jeans and what appeared to be a new flannel shirt. He carried a bag of groceries, and Sandy had a twelve pack of beer that she put in the refrigerator. She seemed to feel at home.

“New shirt?” I asked, while Ashley emptied the groceries. I had seen almost all of his wardrobe at one time or another.

“Yeah. L.L. Bean. Bought a couple. I put my elbow through one last week, and these were on sale.”

L.L. Bean“You shopping? That"s something new.” The portal? Sandy? I wondered.

At noon, the McAllisters arrived. A black Suburban drove by as I opened the door. We had set the table in the dining room, and the food was ready.

Lois took the lead. “So now we know what the government is thinking. What else do we know?”

I had the answer, the list I had been developing in my mind. I went through all I knew about the weather, lightning, the doorknob buzzing, the paperclips. “What"s new is the brain activity. I looked up thermograms earlier. The bright green thalamus indicates hyperactivity, not something abnormal, but it might explain my susceptibility to electrical charges. We also know they broke into the school.”

George said, “I"ll have to check the tape storage and see if it tells us anything.”

“It probably won"t, George. They know how to erase it.”

“I"ll check it anyway. Can"t hurt,” George replied.

I continued, “We also know that the president considers this a priority. As friendly and cool as he tries to be, there"s no doubt he will act to eliminate the threat if I can"t. We took an oath of silence.” They all stared at me. “That probably wouldn"t hold up in court, but it would be a nice final reminder just before a g*n goes off in your face or you get pushed out of a plane at 30,000 feet over the ocean.”

“Oh, come on, Fritz,” said George.

I raised my hand to stop him and then said slowly, for emphasis, “George, every one of us is going to be watched. We already know they bugged us here.” I suddenly worried whom else they might have bugged. “You all need to stay tight-lipped. I need to solve this, because I think we"re on a timetable, and we don"t know how much time we have. The president has too much to do to worry about us. Like you said, George, something is going on somewhere that demands his attention.” Hesitating, I looked around the table. “They have the problem solved if I am permanently gone, but that leaves you all as accessories. With me gone, you"re not direct problems because I think I"m the only one who can open the portal. But even a suggestion that time travel is real, or that the government can detect those images puts us all at risk. And what you know puts you at risk.”

“How much time do you think we have?” Ashley asked, his fork poised to dive into the potato salad.

“I don"t know, but he might let us keep trying until we run out of ideas. You heard him offer help. If they do try to help, without our asking, that"s when I think time will be running out.”

Lois, having listened to all this calmly, said, “Then you need us to help. Like you"ve said before, Fritz, we have some pretty smart people here. What do you want us to do?”

us“I started writing what we know at school. I haven"t actually written down anything since. Let"s put a list together, with dates, so we can follow our progress.”

“There"s one thing that I don"t understand from the projection,” said Sandy. “What was that bright light at the end?”

“My desk,” I said. “Hold on. What about my desk?”

We discussed all we already knew once again. Then I remembered that my cell phone was in the desk drawer when they scanned the room. It was turned on, and the lights were turned off. I said I didn"t remember their being near any electric sockets. “If that antenna thing was so sensitive, the phone battery could have been enough to make that image. But we"re already pretty sure the desk has some role in this.”

AT HIS DESK early Sunday morning, the president scanned the Washington Post absorbing reactions to his speech in Brussels. He lifted his coffee cup as Tom Andrews knocked and entered.

Washington Post“Good morning, sir.”

“How did it go?”

“I got all of them sir. Houses, cars, classrooms, the school office. This time, no one will find them. Each one has its own receiver. We"ll know anything and everything. I was listening to what we picked up in the parking lot last night. They"re meeting at Russell"s at noon.”

“I really hate doing this.” For a moment, the president hesitated. “Has Mr. Koppler said anything to you?

“Sir, he thinks there"s some kind of conspiracy. I don"t think he trusts teachers, which is strange. Did you know both his parents were teachers?”

“I did, but I"m not going to say anything. I hope they figure this out soon. Without us. And Tom, see if you can find out why he doesn"t trust teachers.”

The door opened and the First Lady entered, looked at her husband, and then at Tom before she said, “I"m interrupting, sorry.”

As she turned, Tom said, “I was just leaving, ma"am.” When he left, she saw the look on her husband"s face, and said, “You didn"t!”

“Tom took care of it last night, while they were here. They are all a problem now. I want to monitor what they"re doing. And I want to know if they find anything. Plus, they could be in danger. They"re getting together at noon.”

“HERE ASHLEY. Take this home,” said Linda, handing him the remainder of his shopping. Most of lunch was uneaten. As everyone prepared to leave, I said, “I want to get into the school at off-hours, George, so I can work this out without interruption.”

“Well that"s kind of irregular, Fritz.”

Lois said, “George, don"t be stupid. He"s not going to raid the soda machine. This is important.”

Stunned by her outburst, George said, “Well, all right. You"ll need to let me know when, so I can give you the keys.”

Lois exclaimed, “Jee-zus, George, make him a set! If he needs us, he"ll let us know. Won"t you, Fritz?”

“Of course.” I was as surprised by Lois as George was.

Lois finished, “You"ll get the keys made by tomorrow, George.”

Ashley and Sandy left next. “You two need to think about the desk,” I said. “Ash, I may need to take it apart to see if there"s anything unusual there. Will you help?”

“Sorry, I"m busy.” I gave him a dirty look.

Linda shook her head and said to Sandy, whose look of bemusement was almost comical, “This is what you"ve gotten yourself into. It"s amazing they haven"t gotten into more trouble.”

“We"re making up for it now.”

Ashley went out, but Sandy turned to Linda and me. All she could say was “unbelievable,” and then she left, too.

A black Suburban passed the door. I watched it disappear around the corner.

THE RESIDENCE PHONE rang. “Yes,” said the president, after he listened to the latest report. He hung up, and then picked up the phone again. “Would you get me the Secretary of Energy please? No, I"ll hold on. Thanks.”

The White House operator came back on. “I"ll connect you now, sir.”

The president asked the secretary to provide a copy of the image scans. “Tomorrow will be fine,” he said. “Thanks, Brenda.” and he hung up.

The First Lady waited for an explanation. “Tom called. They think the desk is somehow involved, more than we suspected. That"s where the bright flash was. I just want to look at it and see if I can see anything myself.”

“FRITZ, I NEED to talk. I know you want to find out more, and I understand why, I think. History and you are inseparable, and the portal gives you access to people and events you want to see. So far you"ve been lucky. But what if you go through and can"t get back. You keep asking about the portal changing things. It"s changing you. You"ve always been careful, cautious, and considerate. This is like some kind of, I don"t know, temptation. Almost an obsession. Like Gettysburg.”

“Lin, I want to know more because frankly I"m afraid of the government. It used to bother me when a cop car pulled up behind me. This is way worse. I will be careful if I do find it again. If I know how it works, I"ll know we"re safe, because it won"t be random.”

“For the past week, I feel like you"re somewhere else. I know the president scares you. Not him directly, maybe. But I wish you would talk to me about what you"re thinking. Maybe I can help. I"m not just your wife. And I love you more than Ashley does.”

I laughed at that, but I knew she was right. She had put my feelings into words. That didn"t surprise me. I told her that I really didn"t know what to do, that I was guessing at every step. “I can"t help but feel we don"t have a lot of time. So timing is going to matter. But I can"t promise absolutely because I really have no idea when or even if it will happen again. And Gettysburg wasn"t my fault.”

“Then promise me this. If it happens and you can call me, you will. I can be there in no time. Maybe we can go together. Fritz, we"re partners, for better or worse. Remember.”

“I promise.” I meant it.

Leaning against the red brick wall, cooling in the late fall shade, Tom Sawyer his companion. A girl named Kathy sat down on the cement pad next to him and asked what he was reading. Freckles. Three boys came up, taunting. The book lowered with a cement book mark. Anger glaring. They continued so he stood. The challenge had been made. Suspended for a week; Dad"s strap. She kissed his cheek. The three boys left her alone, avoided another fight.

Leaning against the red brick wall, cooling in the late fall shade,his companion. A girl named Kathy sat down on the cement pad next to him and asked what he was reading. Freckles. Three boys came up, taunting. The book lowered with a cement book mark. Anger glaring. They continued so he stood. The challenge had been made. Suspended for a week; Dad"s strap. She kissed his cheek. The three boys left her alone, avoided another fight.“s**t,” Ashley said. He slammed the book shut and went to bed.

FRESHLY MOWN LAWNS owned the morning air as I headed for work. Smells like Monday, I thought. Sunny blue sky. I never thought I would complain about good weather. When I arrived at school, George was waiting.

Smells like Monday,Sunny blue sky. I never thought I would complain about good weather.“Fritz, I color-coded the keys so you would know what went to which door. This one is for the first front door; this one is for the second door; and this one is for the side doors. Remember, the camera will turn on when you unlock the second door.”

“Thanks, George.”

“Fritz, I really hope you have some luck with this.”

“Me too. It"s tough having it hanging over my head.”

“Our heads,” added George. He was right.

Our“See you later. Thanks again.”

I removed the books from my briefcase and the brochure from the lower desk drawer. On a whim, I changed the position of the books. Ready for another week, I walked out of the room, as Ashley walked out of his.

“Hey,” said Ashley.

“You look awful.” Staring at me, undisguised by a grin, were dark circles. “You look like a raccoon.”

“Didn"t sleep much. Reading late. Interesting weekend, huh?”

“You could say that.”

“Imagine how much we could brag. Or the tales we could tell the classes. We"d be the most interesting teachers in New Jersey.”

“I already am.” He laughed.

Sandy walked in from the parking lot. “What"s so funny?” she asked.

“We"re going to be Teachers of the Year,” said Ashley.

“Except nobody will know,” I said. “See you later.” As they headed for their classrooms, I reached for the doorknob, and … a buzz. “Hey guys, a shock.”

“No lightning,” said Ash. He and Sandy walked back.

“Stay here.” I opened the door and took a step in. It was my classroom, the same as always. Sandy and Ashley watched me, both faces grim. “Now I"m really confused. How did this happen?” Neither of them had an answer as the hall began to fill with students.

“We can"t talk now,” said Sandy.

“After school,” said Ashley.

I agreed. Steven Chew walked by, said “Hi, Mr. R,” and entered the classroom.

“Hi Steven,” I said, nonplussed.

I decided to move my classes. I put a note on the door, and the kids, with their overloaded book bags, all that knowledge that I hoped would make it to their brains, followed me. I took them to the room that George had prepared and explained that mine might get painted that day, if we were lucky. They were appropriately dubious. For the entire day, I taught in a classroom foreign to me. I had much more on my mind now than teaching. Each class seemed twice as long as usual. Finally, eighth period ended after a rousing game of government-baseball won by Mary Anne Leslie"s team on a home run by Dennis Rogers. The question, which had been a trick, was which state was the last to ratify the end of s*****y, and when?

Dennis" answer, “Mississippi, in 1995.”

“Going, going, gone,” I said, wondering what bowl of historical Wheaties had energized Dennis. “That"s correct, Dennis, the state legislature passed it in 1995. But the ratification was never filed with the National Archives. The actual ratification was completed in 2013. Class, remember this. You might find it on a test.”

As Dennis finished his home run trot from desk to desk, the bell rang, ending the day. When the students left, so did I. As I grabbed my classroom doorknob, I got another shock. I slowly opened the door and again walked into the classroom. It was unchanged. I walked to the desk and again reversed the books. I walked out, opened the door again, and got shocked again. Still nothing. I slapped the wall next to the door, went back in and sat. Ashley and Sandy came in. I said to them, “It happened again. What am I missing?” I tapped my fingers on the desk. I felt like frustration was fencing me in.

“Did anything happen in the other room?” asked Sandy.

“Nothing.” But I had to think about it for a moment. “Except one of my kids had the answer to a very obscure question. I wonder if all this portal business is changing the kids. I gotta get out of here. Why don"t you come over?”

I told Linda that Ash and Sandy were coming, and she asked, “What happened? I can see it on your face.”

I put my briefcase down and tossed my keys on the counter. Ashley and Sandy came in, and we all sat at the kitchen table. Linda asked if I had heard about the plane crash in Philadelphia. The pilot hit the front of the runway, so no planes could land.

Planes were backed up for miles.

“SORRY TO INTERRUPT, Mr. President,” said Tom. The president looked up from his desk. “His fingers got a shock. But no portal opening. It happened at the beginning of the day and then again after school.”

The president looked behind him. “It"s a nice day,” he said. “Thanks, Tom.”

The president pondered—a nice day. None of this is making any sense. He returned to the papers on his desk. He was still searching for a way through the crisis in Middle East. Jim Koppler listened to the president"s conversation. He said to himself, “So he"s got the classroom bugged. It"s time to up the pressure.” He picked up his phone, dialed, did not bother to introduce himself, and said, “I need something.”

a nice day. None of this is making any sense“THAT"S THE FIRST TIME it"s happened on a sunny day,” I continued. “I"m missing something, and I can"t see it.”

“Well, it feels like we"re closer,” said Sandy.

“But to what?” said Ashley. “Maybe the weather really does make the difference.”

The remainder of the week was ideal, sunny and just warm enough and the kind of days that Ash and I could choose a basketball workout or a round of golf. But I wasn"t ready for basketball. There was no recurrence of Monday"s shocks, and classes settled down as soon as I started talking about final exams. Like many other teachers, I pick up the pace to make sure we covered all the course material by end of term. During the next weekend, I began to prepare the finals, knowing I had only a few weeks left. Classes seemed to return to their norms. But my students" spring fever had no antidote, and keeping their attention was more difficult. I also had the feeling that my time was running out; black Suburbans appeared everywhere I went.

By the second week of May, news reports were starting to mention the lack of rain, and there was discussion of a drought come summer. “Are there any predictions for rain this century?” I complained to Linda. “If we don"t get some bad weather, I"ll never be able to solve this.”

“At least, you haven"t had any shocks again,” Linda said, trying to find something positive.

“Lin, I"ve said this before. Can you imagine me, or anyone, being upset about the weather we"ve been having? But that has to be it.”

“I hope you"re right, Fritz. I know it"s wearing on you, and I think about it all the time.”

“TOM, DO YOU HAVE a minute?” asked Mel Zack.

“Sure, Mel, what do you need?”

“I got a call. From a friend, I can"t tell you his name. He asked me what"s going on with the service. When I asked what he was talking about, he said a rumor was floating that the secret service was involved in a conspiracy to drop the level of the president"s protection. “Tom, it"s a black bag job. He told me that within the next month, either the service is going to be exposed, or the teacher will be, well, you know. Are we talking about that guy in New Jersey?”

“Mel, I don"t want a name, but can you tell me the agency?” He ran his tongue over his teeth.

“I"d rather not, but you can be sure no one will find out. Accidents happen.”

Tom leaned back in his desk chair. He could feel a knot growing in his shoulders. He thought he knew which agency, and he knew Mel was telling the truth. Mel was one of the best.

“I need to think about how to handle this, Mel. Slandering the service is serious. But, don"t tell anyone you told me. It could put you in the crosshairs. Literally.”

THE PRESIDENT AND First Lady were sitting in the private sitting room off their bedroom. She walked to the door of the Truman Balcony and watching the traffic pass the Washington Monument, said, “You can"t expect him to have an answer if he needs bad weather to complete the connection. He can"t do anything, good or bad, if the weather isn"t cooperating. Besides, you really do have more things to worry about.”

“I know, but it still makes me nervous. At least, so far, none of them have been talking, as far as we can monitor. I think our boy Fritz has scared the bejesus out of them.”

“He"s a smart guy. He has you figured out, and he"s willing to trust you, but not too far. He knows you only trust him so far. If we get the weather, I bet he"ll be calling you.”

The president didn"t have long to wait. Each spring, for as long as he could remember, Tornado Alley became active. Some years, there were a lot of storms but few twisters. The year had been quiet so far, but in mid-May, the warm weather across the southern tier of the U.S. had begun to produce tornadoes in clusters. Mornings were clear and warm, but as the days heated up, storm clouds and strong winds blew in. From the Gulf of Mexico to Pennsylvania, through the heartland, east to the Atlantic, storms appeared. Even early tropical storms had begun off the coast of Africa. Half the country was under cloud cover, tornadoes playing hide and seek with the stormchasers. Reports of damage came daily to the president"s desk, and he knew he would need to tour the areas most severely affected when the storms subsided.

I WATCHED THE weather reports, and Linda watched me. “Be prepared for strong winds and late afternoon thunderstorms into the evening for the next few days,” said the local news. Relieved, I said, “It"s about time.” On Wednesday, I went to school in a better mood than I had known for weeks. On the way in, I met Ashley and Sandy.

“Looks like the weather is finally ready to help,” I said. My life wouldn"t be back to normal until I found the portal"s secret.

Ashley asked, “Are you sure you want to do this alone?” Ash was laser-focused on me. “I"ll go with you if you want.”

“Thanks Ash, but I need you here to report if I don"t get back.” He and Sandy looked at me, signs of worry on their faces. “If this goes as I planned it, I"ll go in and come right back. The problem is still the connections. I don"t know the trigger.”

As we approached our classrooms, Ashley and Sandy watched as I walked into mine. Sandy looked at Ashley and raised her hands with fingers crossed. When I came out, I could hear them exhale from down the hall. “Nothing yet,” I said.

As the day passed, all three of us went through the motions, class after class. I was continually staring out the window. I wondered if there had been a local sale on Suburbans. When seventh period ended, Jennifer Bennett asked me if I was planning a trip. As she was leaving, she said, “Come back safely, Mr. R.”

By the end of the eighth period, the sky blackened and the storm arrived in force. I was prepared, books and brochure in place. Ashley and Sandy stood at their doors. The kids hurried out, and the wind picked up. A flickering flash, a loud thunderclap. I went to the door. I looked at Sandy and gave Ash a salute. As I reached for the doorknob, another flash lit the hallway. I grabbed it. Nothing. I grabbed the doorknob again. I threw my hands up, and said, “WTF!” Only letters. I knew better than to swear in school. The storm flashed again. I grabbed. Nothing. I was defeated for the moment.

“I don"t get it. I thought that would be it,” I said. “Everything is where it"s supposed to be. What am I missing? I"m going home.” I scratched my head, gently, behind my left ear. “Linda will be worried. See you later.” I put the books and brochure away, locked the desk and left. Sandy and Ashley watched me go.

I called home on the way to the car. “Are you okay?” Linda answered.

“Fine, nothing happened. I"m on my way home. I"m really puzzled by this. I tried three times, including after one of those big flashes. Nothing. Just nothing.”

“I"ll see you in a minute then,” she said.

THE PRESIDENT PICKED up his phone. “Yeah, Tom?”

“Sorry to disturb you, sir. Russell tried again during the storm in New Jersey. To quote him, "Nothing".”

“Really?” said a surprised president. “I"ll be going west to the tornado sites tomorrow. If anything happens, you know how to reach me.”

“Yes, sir. Mr. President, do you have a moment to talk.”

“GOOD. HE"LL BE GONE. Tomorrow.” He hung up the phone. Koppler sat, looking grim.

LATER, THE FIRST LADY asked, “Can"t you think of a way to help him?” The president complained that he had too much to do given the storms in the Midwest and the continuing problems in the Middle East to spend more time worrying about the portal. She said he should give Mr. Russell more time, that the weather had just begun to cooperate. He asked her to consider what would happen if Russell found the portal again and changed history so they had never met.

“Listen to yourself,” said the First Lady. “That should be enough for you to want to help. Isn"t there a way to use the portal to do good?”

“I"ve thought of that. But all he could do would be to become some kind of spy.” He paused. “Hmm, I wonder if he would agree to something like that?” Then he said, dismissing what he knew was pointless, “Even if he would agree, he"s a teacher, not a field operative.”

“Now you sound like Koppler. What if someone went with him, like Tom? Or some CIA person?”

“That just means more people know.”

“But they all have top clearances.”

”Maybe I should let Jim Koppler have some time with him.”

Just then the phone rang. Another problem in Eledoria, this time a hostage-taking. He called Tom.

WHEN I WALKED IN, Linda had already poured me a soda. Lightning flashed just as the door clicked shut. “Hi,” I said and kissed her on the cheek. I took the glass, looked at the bubbles, and exhaled. “I can"t believe this. Not even the buzz.”

“Fritz, you"ve considered all the variables. Maybe it"s just the order of things, or maybe it really is random.”

“Lin, if it is random, we"re in trouble. That means we"ll never figure it out. Then I disappear.”

“Don"t say that!”

“If the storms continue, we"re going back tonight to try again.” It didn"t sound like it, but I was really asking her.

“Okay,” she said, sadly.

The storms did continue. At about 7:30, Linda and I went to the school. Linda brought a flashlight, but with all the flashes and the street lights, we didn"t need it. I set up everything, went to the hall, and tried the door. Nothing.

“I"m missing something. I just don"t know what,” I said.

“Let"s go home, Fritz.”

“MR. PRESIDENT, just to let you know. Russell was at the school just now. Still nothing.”

“Thanks, Tom. You know,” he continued, “I"ve been considering this whole portal situation. I think we need to do something. Let"s step outside. This is what I want you to do.”

Tom listened carefully to the president"s idea. “Yes, sir. I"ll take care of it,” he said.

“Tom, take someone with you,” said the president.

THURSDAY"S FORECAST was more of the same. Linda was in the bathroom when I was ready to go.

“Is your stomach still bothering you?” I asked. “Why don"t you go to the doctor?”

“Fritz, it"s just nerves. This situation is starting to take a toll on me, too.”

“I wish you would make an appointment and get it checked.”

About three blocks from school, I noticed a black Suburban pull into traffic behind me. When I pulled into the school parking lot, the Suburban kept on going. Am I being paranoid?

Am I being paranoid?George was waiting for me at my classroom with pursed lips and something to say. He asked if I had been in the school the previous night. When I told him I had, he reminded me I was supposed to call him. George being irritated was not how I wanted to start the day. It must have shown on my face. He asserted that he was responsible for insurance issues along with everything else, and that I needed to remember that. Then he asked if I had discovered anything new.

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Well, maybe you"ll have some stormy weather for a few days.”

I laughed. “For me, it"s been stormy for a while.”

“You know what I mean,” he snapped.

I reached into my pocket for my keys and pulled out some cash that had gotten caught in the key chain. I put the cash on the desk and unlocked the drawers. I reached for the books and brochure, my new daily routine.

Ashley walked in, and said, “You"re early. What"s up?”

“Just got up early. Linda and I came in last night during the storm and tried again. No luck.”

“What"s with the cash?” Ash asked.

“It got tangled up in my keys.”

“You carry that much?”

“Not usually. I got it before we went to D.C. Just in case. I haven"t put it back yet.”

Ashley picked up the $100 bill and looked at the picture. I looked at it too. “I think I like these new engravings.” I rubbed the bill between my fingers. “I didn"t at first.”

“Why not?”

“I think historians just like some things to be traditional.” I slid the money into my pocket.

“Are you going to try again today?” Ashley asked.

“If the weather cooperates. You were right from the beginning, Ash. I think it"s the lightning, but there"s another link. I just don"t know what yet.”

As I was talking, I was also watching the cars drive by. “What"s wrong?” asked Ash. I pointed to the passing Suburban and told him I had been seeing them constantly, that one had followed me to school. I said that either I was getting paranoid, or my time was running out.

“Fritz, they"ve been everywhere for years. You are paranoid,” said Ash, who looked out the window again. “See, there"s another one.”

“Or the same one.”