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entered. The vehicle started and then halted. Angry mutterings and it sounded like the creature fastened the broken door closed. Another minute to settle back in the control seat, and they moved.
    Notes played in a pattern, went quiet, and the creature spoke, “Hey, sweetheart, where you want to meet?”
    “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,” answered a distant, metallic voice.
    “I’m almost home. Ten minute shower, then I’ll be there.”
    The creature quieted, and the vehicle moved faster.
    Wheel turns clicked off in his head until they slowed to pull up an incline. An abrasive noise, something opening, sent him surging in terror. Thankfully, the noise slowed to a stop while the vehicle halted. The creature exited, paused, issued angry words, and opened the unbroken door.
    He froze. It pushed at the covering enclosing him. Then the footsteps returned to the control seat.
    When the trunk popped open and the light poured in, he moved the body at its full capacity to exit, drop, and roll. From the darkness under the vehicle, he heard the strange creature slam the trunk closed. Footsteps moved away, and he peered out. The creature disappeared through a side door.
    Curiosity overrode his fear, and he crawled out. The cement floor was painted a pretty blue to match the walls. Safe boxes rested on a grey countertop. The red gas can triggered his increasing anxiety, until he noted the object next to it. A plastic type box—the color of death.
    Hyperventilating, he waited. After a few seconds, absorption didn’t seem imminent. He stepped as far from the white as he could get and opened the door the creature had used. He found himself in a small foyer with pleasing walls and deadly trim.
    His gaze lowered, face twisted, he moved forward. A musical splattering called from where the creature lurked, and he felt pulled toward the notes. Should he confront someone who accepted a chaos of hues? Despite the allure of the harmonious pattern, he needed more understanding.
    He swallowed back the nausea, unable to avoid glancing at a large white box in the adjoining room. With a deep shuddering breath, he entered the open area and noted a beautiful blue container on the raised counter.
    The wonderful noise stopped. He scanned and focused on a safe covering in the next room. He bypassed a flickering screen on a raised wooden area. Black chenille around his shoulders, he huddled behind a chair in the corner.
    Shortly, the creature tore through the room and hastened out the door. When the noise from the exiting vehicle ended, he dared to approach the flickering monitor. Inorganic. A pleasant humming emitted from it.
    Could it hold answers? He eased down to sit. His elbow brushed a small device. The control felt right. It fit under his hand—he jerked back. Movement of the item correlated with a screen change. A bombardment of hues, many deadly, filled the monitor. He drew a deep breath. Engrossed, he surfed until the numbers in the lower right rose from 5:15 PM to 7:15 PM.
    He sat back and swallowed. “I’m a man in front of a computer speaking English.” His voice—soft, cool tones—wasn’t unpleasant. “I need a name, a history, and replenishment of this water-based carbon unit, labeled a body.”
    The table in the darkening room held a green ceramic vase of fresh Irises. He gathered the pretty flowers by their heads and placed them on the table. A shudder went through him when he picked up the vase.
    He poured water into his mouth, set the empty container on the floor by his feet, and straightened. He pulled the wallet out of his hip pocket.
    An identity had been given him in this plane of existence, and it wasn’t blue-dude.
    My name is Malcolm James .

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Glass of water in hand, Aaron stepped into his bedroom. Outside his window, the sun sank into the ocean in fiery layers of color. Inside the Spartan room, all trace of hues had been removed, except green, brown, and black. A whole day had passed without