Daniel thought his dream "To beyoung and a woman."********Music playing: Even Better Than The Real Thing - U2"What the hell," Daniel thought as he hea...d U2 blaring as he stood in ahuge group of kids who by the looks of their clothes never found outthat grunge had died a long time ago. Daniel had not heard that song inyears, he really did not like U2 anymore. Wait, better question why thefuck was he not at his home. Also his line of sight was wrong, too lowfor him to be standing yet too high for. Oh, well, it would only be one night.Breakfast brought a bit of a rude shock. I picked up the 'paper to keep me company as I ate, and the second I turned it over there I was, down at the bottom of the damn front page! Ashley or somebody was going all out; I was "wanted for questioning" in connection with "possible terrorist activities."It got worse. I was a "dangerous fugitive" and "might be armed," to boot. Jesus Christ, was he trying to get me killed? I had a sudden mental picture of those. Some went horizontally for miles. I had no way to know if they smelted the metals they wanted in this area, or someone came along later. Whatever the reason, they backfilled the holes and shafts with unwanted ones and slag. At some point, Mother Nature had tried to take the land back over. She got rebuffed so many times that she quit even trying. It was a huge target that influenced where the lightning struck, sort of like a tall building. This place was a man-made lightning magnet.Is this why. It was truly a good place to people watch. A few minutes later, a cute well dressed brown skin black lady with shoulder length black hair and a cute face walked in. She appeared to be in her late twenties. As she walked toward the counter, I noticed her just above the knee fitted blue skirt, white blouse and a pink sweater jacket along with black heels and a black purse as I straightened the gun display up. “Can I help you?” Paul asked as the lady made it to the counter. “Yes, I need to see.