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“You just don’t get it, Mike.” He looked back up at me. “But, you’re not the first. Some
people just accept death and go with the flow. Others, like you, a rebel from square one.” He
took the device out again. A series of beeps emanated from the device as he pressed some
buttons and waited for a response.
“OK, Mike. I can respect the fact that you want to see your son. That you want to at least tell
him goodbye, and I know I’m not going to be able to change your mind about this. So, I’ll
allow it. But be warned!” I wiped the tears away from my eyes at the news that I was going to
be able to see my son.
“There’s just a few conditions. First, I have to go with you. Second, as soon as you say what
you need to say Jake, I make the call and we head upstairs, immediately. Do you
understand?”

I giddily nodded my head and reached out to shake his hand. He immediately pulled it away
and held it up to stop me from getting any closer.
“Don’t shake my hand just yet, Mike. You’re the one that wanted this, and you may not be
happy with what you see.”
“OK, your old house is roughly 5 miles South, Southwest of our current location. I suggest
we get back up to the freeway and walk from there. It’ll be much easier on flat ground, OK?”

I nodded and looked around. I had been running so fast that I completely lost track of where
the freeway was. He pointed a skeletal finger to our right, and I headed in that direction. I
started to smile. I was going to see my Jake again. We were walking for about 3 miles
amongst the red and white streaks along our sides when I finally decided to look up at the
sky. It was night. “Hey, wait a minute!” I beckoned. He finally stopped and turned around.

“What?” He mumbled.
“OK, explain this to me. The streak to our left and right are obviously the cars passing back
and forth along the freeway, going at their normal speed, but to us, time is moving so fast,
that they just appear as these streaks, right, then Why isn’t the sky and the sun and moon
moving at the same speed? Shouldn’t it be light-dark-light-dark really fast, just like
everything else.”
“You see, since we are moving so fast through time, the sun isn’t up long enough for it to hit
your eyes, so it’s always night. For the same reason, you’ll never see the moon in the sky
either.”
He was right. It was just all-stars and clusters and nebulae.
“How fast ARE we going?”
“That conversation we just had…”
“Yeah?”
“A week.”

A week!! We’d been walking a couple of hours and that conversation just took a minute or
two. I didn’t like where this was going, but I HAD to see this through. I think He started to
sense that I was finally starting to see things his way. After about 4-5 hours, we finally
reached my old house. It was still there. The paint was different, and there were a few
different cars in the driveway, but the house still stood. I ran for the front door and walked on
through the door. The house was different. It was mostly the same furniture, but there were
some things that were askew. The family portraits used to be on the far wall that connected

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