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watched his body jerk as a bullet connected with his collarbone. The fire vanished as the man cried out and toppled to the ground. He lay only a few feet from her on the ground. She could see his eyes shaking in fear. The last thing she remembered was the tears rolling down his cheek. The world went black as she gave in to the pain.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    March 20th, 1992 8:37AM
     
    March 20 th , 1992
    Mr. Davis,
    I knew curiosity would get the best of you. It was only a matter of time before you opened this letter. I know you are asking yourself many questions about the events that have unfolded since our final encounter. First I must thank you. You have unknowingly been part of a plan that will someday rectify a series of events sending the world into dark times. I ask that you remember me as you do your grandmother, and rest assured that the events transpiring are part of grander plan bestowed upon me by a higher power.
    You are asking yourself, did I offer to tell you about your mother as a kind gesture or as part of a plot to win your confidence? I am glad that your mother is doing well; enjoy the expression on her face as you tell her about the conception of your first child. He will be healthy and born into a loving family. But to alleviate your doubts, I cannot say whether my offer was or was not part of a master plan. I continue to question my gifts and if they reveal the possibilities of a people with free will or possibilities fate navigates for us.
    As to what was contained in those letters you hesitantly mailed…They are the words of a woman uncertain about the future for the first time in many years. While you question what the future holds for you, I have always seen my future as a vivid movie played out in my mind. These ghosts of what might be have appeared since I was a child. However, I see possibilities disappearing into a void. There is a darkness on the horizon and I see it engulfing the world. What it brings, I cannot say. For once I understand how each of you leads your life. I am scared of the unknown. Where my powers are faltering, I will rely on my gifts of intuition and push forward.
    Do not get caught up in the details. I have had a lifetime to understand time in a nonlinear fashion. And yes, I was aware you would be the last kind exchange I had with another individual. I am grateful it was with you, as I felt a kindred spirit in that single touch and know you have the heart of good man. I knew when and how I would die that day. I went knowing my actions were those of a woman trying to do right. I would not change my fate.
    Be well, Mr. Davis. Once you realize your hopes and dreams, I assure you the world will react kindly.
    With Regards,
    Eleanor P. Valentine
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    May 16th, 2032 4:30PM
     
    She tried not to move; moving made the cuffs cinched around her wrists hurt. The straps crossing her breasts in an “X” kept her from shifting in her seat, but her arms were sore from being restrained for hours. The truck leaned to one side as it made another right turn. She knew where they were going, but she had no idea how close they were to their destination.
    The Danger Zone.
    As they drove, her skin crawled. She knew it was her imagination, but her skin crawled as if she could feel the radiation penetrating her body. The bomb had been detonated in Portland, Maine, but the fallout spread throughout New England. She could only think back to seeing pictures of Hiroshima as a teenager. The devastation must be immense. As the truck took another turn, she tried to push away the thoughts of her future.
    She had been given a choice when they caught her: avoid trial and be banished or potentially receive a death sentence. The blood covering her naked flesh and the knife clutched in her hand had been all the evidence they needed. Before the police arrived, she shifted her ripped blouse in an attempt to cover her bare