It was all so compelling. At 7:55 I got out of my car and walked through the front door of the hotel. I went into the restaurant and took a right into...the bar. In the back next to the window was a woman sitting alone. I had no doubt it was Crystal. I tried to display a confident look as I walked over to her table but I felt fear inside. "Crystal?" "Sit down, Michael." I was immediately under her spell. Her tone was commanding like she knew it would be met with my instant obedience. When I sat. It never got uncomfortably cold or, if it did, the heater in my apartment came on all on it's own and the heater never got too hot. My apartment, more like my penthouse, who builds an apartment that big and then sells it that cheep? How did I even get to Canada? I never got a passport and I never bought a plane ticket I just remember arriving. So is that when it started? When I got off the plane at the airport that looked more like a science fiction space port? That was years ago. Then I'll. Then as the last of the water circles the drain I wrap her in a warm towel and pat her dry. We step out together and then arms linked we take the few steps to my bed. I lean in and kiss her again our bodies so close that her towel falls to the floor, finally flesh to flesh. I take her hands in mine and slowly lower her upon the cool sheets, I steal a moment to drink her in before proceeding. Thirst quenched I reach out taking her foot in my hands, their skills are put to the test as I begin to. Your throat is dry and your stomach, despite feeling bruised and battered, is growling.You struggle to your feet, looking toward the jungle. Is there food there? Water? You need to find out, and soon.Your eyes scan back and forth along the green jungles, and you raise a hand to block the sun. It is then that you finally see him.There at the edge of the jungle, not straight ahead of you but in the distance to your right, maybe one or two hundred yards away, stands a man."Hey!" you call, waving.