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remember clearly hugging him and telling him how sorry they were. His memories had a gap after that, taking up the story next with watching the movers packing up the truck with everything he had and then he was watching as his mother was driving, and driving, and driving. All the while he napped, constantly clutching the one thing he had saved from the packing, his little statute of the bald, cross-legged man.
    The memories got clearer after that. He started school and met the skinny little boy who became his best friend, his only friend. He felt disconnected and alone, but that soon developed into a solitary personality that thrived without extensive social interaction. His mother, gradually over the years, became more social, but never as active as his brief and occasional flashes of memory from before his father’s death. Close relationships just were not part of life for his tiny family.
    The simple fact was that Sam didn’t really see a need to implicitly trust and rely on others. He was content with his solitary activities, with doing the things he loved without all the baggage that comes with letting someone into his private world. He just didn’t fit into any of the groups of “normal” people, so why exert energy to try to do so?
    It was ok, though he had always felt as if his life should hold something more for him, something more important than working at a manufacturing plant. One day he might find a place where he fit in, where he felt comfortable. For now, Nick provided a bit of that, but Sam was not keen on relying on anyone too much, not even Nick.
    “So,” Nick said around the piece of sandwich he had stuffed firmly into his mouth, “what are the plans for this weekend? What exciting things are we going to be doing? “
    “Um…” Sam started.
    Nick sighed loudly. “Don’t tell me. You haven’t really thought about it and don’t really have any idea about how to spice up another dull weekend. One of these days, my friend, we definitely need to get a life, and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you.’ Well, if you come up with something, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll just go and hang out with Stacy all weekend.”
    “I’ll try to figure something out and let you know. Oops, time to get back to it. Talk to you later.” As they went back to their respective work areas, all Sam could think about was repeating his earlier adventure. Ideas were forming in his head and he was dying to try them out.
    Throughout his work shift that night, Sam kept thinking about his experience. What was that place he had gone to? How did he get there, really? What was that creature he met and how was he able to communicate with it like that?
    He had spent his whole life trying to find answers to all the mysteries and questions he could find, but all of that was nothing compared to this. Was he going insane? He didn’t feel different, but what if he just imagined it all. It was all so overwhelming.
    He decided to try to stop thinking about it and just finish up with his work. There would be more than enough time later to figure things out. He was only marginally successful.
    His shift finally ended, and he was too anxious to sleep. After saying goodnight to Nick, he headed home to take a shower and think. What should he do? Should he go back to that place, if it was in fact a place at all? Was it just his imagination? He would never be able to sleep until he investigated further.
    Sam changed into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt after his shower and headed to his meditation room. Going past the full length mirror in the hall, he looked at his reflection. His close-cropped sandy blonde hair was just getting long enough to stick out in some places and lie down in others. He would have to start using gel soon to sculpt it up into his sort of faux-hawk hairstyle. Either that or cut it shorter again.
    Fair of color, Sam supposed that some would find him good-looking. With a normal nose, not too long and not too flat,