On the 11th of October I was on the Uzbekistan/Afghanistan border. I had flown out from RAF Brize Norton on the 17th of September, and the horror and ...hock of what I had seen on the television in the sergeants mess lounge at Kirkee barracks on the 11th was still imprinted on my brain.Lectures that morning had finished just before twelve thirty, and I and a couple of others on the course had lingered over lunch, talking about the project we had to produce for the next morning; a logistics and. I looked up and saw the back of the last one. I knew where he was going so I picked up the bat. I walked back to Joseph, who was also out, and took his car keys out of his jacket. I didn’t know how to drive, another unimportant thing compared to my guitar, so Joseph’s car was the worst off for my first attempt. Somehow, I made it to the third boy’s house before the cops did. I knew he was running to mommy and daddy. They were the ones that paid for the lawyers and the campaign in support of my. .Jean then blinks the tears from the headache from her eyes and sits up to find out what all that noise is, and looks up to find herself in the middle of a large mall. Once again, Jean blinked, only to see if she's really seeing what she thinks she's seeing. Looking around, Jean notices that she's smack-dab in the middle of a mall intersection, lines of human stores going down long stretches on all four sides of her. A few humans are looking at her, talking to each other and making gestures. “Why?” “Well, maybe I can take you out sometime.” I laughed. “Robbie, my husband is a preaching psychopath. If he found out, we’d both be dead!” I laughed. “Plus, I’m faithful.” I slid my card for my purchase and he handed me a receipt. “Well, Mrs. Matos, a group of friends and I like to go to Applebee’s on Kempsville after nine on the weekend. If you ever get bored, you can come sit and eat with us.” I smiled. “We’ll see, Robbie.” I walked out. Kempsville Road? I stay off of Kempsville Road..