Living in denial, where I get my mail, I directed the cabbie to the Eddie Deezen Theater in an area of the city that resembled London during the Blitz...rieg. Luckily, both the cabbie and I were packing heat. Disembarking into chaos, I looked at the dilapidated theater. I had wondered how Deezen, the destitute man's Jerry Lewis, had the cachet to have a theater named after him... now I knew. I noticed an apparent actor by the entrance.Walking to him, wanting to appear courteous, dispelling Dr.. The third of the town closest to the beach had been wiped out although the old downtown had survived. Oddly the towns only beach resort had also survived but it had fallen into disrepair. During the years since the storm the town had become stagnant, few things were fixed, nothing was rebuilt. The towns spiritual and financial leader, Angus MacDuff, had died shortly after the storm. His only son had died in the Middle East and his sorrow left him with no interest in the town. All thought he had. The ones I had borrowed didn't really fit properly, so we went into the local shoe shop to get some new ones. We had been in the shop for a few minutes looking at various styles, when I felt what I had come to recognise as hate radiating from three people behind me. I was standing away from D and Jane looking at the trainers, while they were giggling about some high heels I was certain they were intent on making me try on, when I felt it."Look at its hands," I heard a girl's voice say."You. The Doctor will be here in a minute."She pulled her hand away from me. "Why are you here?" I didn't try to take it back."I was worried about you, Rachel." That at least was true. I'd really been concerned that she was going to die even though I'd known that it wasn't likely. I guess I hadn't wanted the horse to die so soon in the exercise. "But rest now. I'm sure you'll be all right."The Doc appeared. "Ah, she's recovered consciousness," she said. "How are you feeling?" Weak," said Rachel,.