Even though it is only a vision I run to hide until the shooting stops. When I come out of my hiding place behind a bookshelf in the far back, everyon... is dead. There is blood everywhere and I want hurl. I then look over to the girl's table and almost cry as they are all dead. The mother, father, brother, sister, and her. I realize now that she is a ghost and I feel pity for her. I tear my eyes away, tears threatening my edges before I am promptly returned back to the present. I am at a loss. "That nobody knows." It doesn't matter who you are or what you've done," Emily reassured him. "People respect you for what you've achieved." My real name is Cyrus Maruk. Ten years ago, I came here illegally from Caliban. I created a false identity and have been living under the shadow of exposure, imprisonment or deportation ever since." I don't care," Emily replied, caring little about his origins."You don't know what it's been like, continually hiding your true identity from everyone, fearing. Where there could be as many women for every man, or men for every woman if that is what the women want, and do as we please, with no one around to condemn it." Mhm, just my idea. I've suggested to my wives that we should bring in another man, or a couple of them even, but they absolutely reject it." Lucky you," I smiled."Have you found your place then?" No... Well yes... Maybe. There is an island just off the coast of Scandinavia I've been thinking of. I just haven't had time to check it out. They started home but had only gone a few miles when Pete's cycle quit, his was an older Harley-Davidson that he kept in mint condition but he had been having trouble with the ignition coil lately, he knew he should have replaced it before now.A big sigh "Well I guess maybe its best if you go on home, get the pickup and come back and get me" He told Marcy."Why don't we both go" she wanted to know?"I have never seen anybody on this road but you never know," he said "I would hate to lose this.