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living."
    "Me, just a dream? Oh, no, I'm as real as you. But let's not talk about that right now. Tell me more about your father," she said.
    Greg detected a subtle firmness in here voice this time. He wanted to talk to her about what was happening, but her voice was very persuasive, so he continued about his father. "After my father died, I felt there were so many things I didn't know about him. I asked Mom about the past, but she admitted that there were some things even she did not know about him, particularly about his past before they met. She told me that the past didn't seem to matter when you were in love." He smiled at that memory. "Mom passed away a couple of years after Dad, and that left me with parts of his past littered with holes that I have never been able to fill," he said, the frustration evident in his voice
    "It's difficult to face the future sometimes without understanding the past," she said.
    "Yes, you understand," he agreed. "Most people don't feel that knowing about the past is important." He was pleasantly surprised to see she felt the same way as he did.
    "Of course. Please, go on."
    "Well, through these hardships, I completely retreated into my shell, and didn't show my face anywhere for quite a while after that. I bounced around to my mother's relatives for a while, but never seemed to find a home that felt…you know…just right. That was another strange thing about my father; there were no relatives of his that we knew of. They had been killed in some terrible transit accident or something."
    "You sound as if you didn't believe him?"
    "It's not that I didn't believe him, but it was a bit odd. Anyway, I floundered around for a few years until I realized I wanted out of New Jersey, and maybe wanted to see the world. So I enlisted in the Navy. I only did a short stretch in the military because that was about all I could stand. It was good in some respects; I did get to travel, but the constant cleaning and the folding of clothes thing got out of hand. Let's see - how did they put it? 'I lacked the self-discipline.' That was the comment on the last evaluation I received. What they really meant was that I was basically a slob. And I have to admit, I couldn't argue a bit with that assessment."
    "You don't seem like that type," she said, her voice still mesmerizing him with its sound. "You are searching for a purpose. Many go through the same thing and then, one day, they find what they are seeking and dive into it with passion."
    "I suppose that could be, but I obviously haven't found that purpose yet," he laughed.
    "All in time," she answered. "But please, go on. I am intrigued with your story."
    The spotlight increased in intensity, its glare further distorting his vision. He squinted his eyes and raised his hand to block its brightness. With the light in his eyes, he could barely make out her image.
    "Please finish your story. I want to know all of it," she said.
    "After I received my discharge, I ended up staying where I had been last stationed, here in New Orleans. I found work humping boxes of records. It was a job, and it kept me in food and rent. That was about all I needed for the moment."
    "You want a challenge, don't you?"
    "A challenge?" he asked. Suddenly a sound began, a whine that was getting louder every second. "What's that?"
    "Don't worry," she said. "That is your destiny coming for you."
    "My destiny?" He asked as the sound increased to the point where it became painful to his hearing.
    "Yes, destiny—the one that we shall share together."
    The sound was almost on top of him, and he couldn't decide whether to use his hands to block the light or the sound.
    "What's happening?" he shouted frantically over the unbearable noise.
    "Just be calm and relax. You are relaxed, aren't you? That's why I am here, to prepare you for your journey and your destiny, the one that we shall face together."
    Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the light and noise stopped, and she turned to face him. She