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she was sad.
    In that instant the envelope flew across the
coffee table and hit the window.
    Pellis and Caroline stand up.
Their eyes lock on the motionless envelope on the carpet. I look at
my hands. I didn't touch it. I only… wanted it to move.
    And it flew.
    I see a plate on the counter behind the couch.
I recall the feeling again, one of sadness, and I want the plate to
move.
    It does—rather spectacularly. It sails across
the kitchen and strikes the refrigerator. Both women yell. Caroline
runs from the couch and stands at the edge of the kitchen.
"What…what's happening?"
    Someone pounds on the door. I jump as Pellis
pulls her weapon and strides to the entrance. I join Caroline as
she moves to watch. Pellis peers through the hole and stands back.
"It's not someone I recognize. He's wearing a black suit. Caroline,
ask who is it."
    I was never one to believe in
fortunes or foresight, but as I watch Caroline take a step to the
door in slow motion, a gray nothingness overwhelms me. Abruptly I
see the monochromatic sky. Water drops strike my face and my toes
are cold. Pain shoots through my head as I find myself in
Caroline's apartment again. She is in mid-stride and I
know…I know the
door is danger.
    I run to at, at it, through it, and stop on
the other side. I have no time to worry about how it feels or
doesn't. I turn to see a man in a black suit standing just outside
the door. His hair is dark and he isn't carrying a briefcase. There
is something familiar to his stance. Something dark…
    I hear screaming.
    I hear someone yelling.
    I hear…me.
    He turns as the elevator doors open and two
uniform officers step through.
    I see his face…
    The man in the black Mercedes. Mr.
Jones.
    "Ah…gentlemen. May I help you?"
    "We're here to see Miss Caroline
Black."
    Everything slows down again. I see Mr. Jones
reach into his suit jacket. I see the weapon. The officers will be
too slow to react. He will kill them, maybe the way he killed
me.
    The officers flank the car-sized flower
arrangement. They reach for their weapons as well.
    Too late.
    Everything is too late.
    My emotions shift as I stare at the
arrangement.
    It flies with incredible speed at Mr. Jones
and knocks him into the double doors but they don't open. I run
through them again toward the fogging window on the other side.
Pellis and Caroline stare at the door.
    The how and why no longer matter to me. There
is an eminent threat to both of them. I run my index finger over
the damp glass as fast as I can.
    "What the hell is that?" Caroline
shouts.
    The doors vibrate. I hear shots
fire.
    "Caroline, behind the couch!" Pellis orders as
she aims her weapon at the door.
    As Caroline runs around the couch she stops at
the window, her eyes wide. "Detective!" She points at the
window.
    Both women stare at my message.
    But they understand it.
    RUN!
    "Is there a back way out of here?" Pellis
asks.
    "Yes. Follow me."
    I watch as they run down the hall past the
kitchen. The door crashes open and Mr. Jones runs in. He is wet
from the flower arrangement and he is limping. But he carries a
gun. I see the two guards on the floor. Unmoving.
    Mr. Jones looks to his left and his right. He
sees the message on the window as condensation make the letters
run.
    I see more breakable things in the kitchen and
hurl them at him. He ducks behind the couch, but I know several hit
their mark. He curses, pops up and fires his gun. Three
shots.
    There is no one there.
    I hurl a trashcan behind him, and strike him
in the back. Paintings and pictures fly off the wall and all of
them target him. He ducks as he backs out of the living room into
the hallway. I run out of projectiles, so I move the doors
shut.
    As they slam I turn and run down the hall. I
don't know where they went. But I'm happy they're gone.
    I run back to the living room to the door and
hear Mr. Jones through the doors, talking to someone. "She got
away…probably out the back. Hell if I know. When the hell did you
install some kind