Time Out of Mind: Chapter 4

Title: Time Out of Mind
Chapter: 4 of 4
Author: Sheryl
Rating: PG-13
Excerpt: Zac hurried down the road, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. God this place was horrible. He knocked harder on the door to his brother’s mind, feeling him slipping away, growing colder and colder, less responsive.
Man, he’s gonna die, where is the car???
He could feel that nameless evil reaching for him and added another layer to his barriers, instinct guiding him, as he plowed through the snow. Something evil, darkly insane, capering and gibbering at the edges of his mind, sharp little needles spiking into him.

Chapter 4

It danced madly, furious. What, what, what was that?! Who dared?! Who dared to interfere?! That boy. That boy in the car. It would have that boy. It had to eliminate the interference. There. There. Signature line of energy. That had to go. It would go. The boy was weakening, freezing to death. It had him that tightly, if It could just get into that one last corner of his soul, It would have him. Soon, soon, that link with whatever it was would go down. It waited, illusion at the ready, as the boy in the car drifted closer to unconsciousness.
Then, then OH!! Yes! With a snap, the line connecting the boy to whatever was helping him went down. It felt the boy rise up, heard the thought “Zac?!” and moved in, slipping neatly into the vacant space. Capering, nearly drooling with glee, It wormed its way in. Beyond the car, the shimmer became a person.

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Ike’s eyes blinked open for a moment, the new-old feeling of Zac in his head suddenly flashing bright, then going out. Out?
Zac?!” Alarm sudden and hot, coppery fear in his mouth. “Zac?!
He reached for the keys, fell back, unsure, as something touched his mind. Something soothing. He sank against the seat back, eyes closing again. Everything was okay, he just needed to rest. His eyes, closed to slits, opened again as motion caught his attention. What was that?
Rush of cold air as the car door opened, warm scent filling the car, soft rush of breath, warm on his cheek. “I’m sorry, can you help me?”
His eyes took in the girl, cheeks red with cold, eyes sweet. “Funny, I know she’s talking. I swear, her lips aren’t moving…
“I broke down, I’m so cold, I need to get warm…”
Sweet scent of flowers on her breath as she pressed against him. Unthinking, senses taken over, he drew her closer, eyes captive in hers, her touch in his mind as seductive as the touch on his skin. Her hand, in his hair, on his face, lips on his, soft, sweet.
Something tugged at him briefly, something that seemed to want to pull his attention away from this amazing sensation.
No…” He pushed it away, unthinking, unknowing, caught, as warm hands touched him, everywhere at once, body and soul.

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Taylor cried out in disgust and pain, shoving the rat from it’s perch on his foot.
“Jesus Christ!!!” He jumped up, wincing as his head gave a huge throb, and stopped, leaning against the wall.
“What the FUCK is going on??? Who are you? What…”
“Stop.” The voice was calm, weary. “Come with me, you need to get out of here now. Before It notices you’ve seen through it.” He reached out a hand, Taylor pulling away as if faced with an open flame.
“No, just go, I’ll follow you.”
The boy was gratified at the wariness in Taylor’s face. He was waking up to the situation, coming too. The shock was letting go, and with it, It’s influence.
He dared, for the first of an ageless time, to let himself hope.

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Zac rode in silence. He felt better, the bout of vomiting had helped. But now something else was wrong. He couldn’t find Ike. He tried, tapping and tapping and tapping, but Ike wouldn’t reach out and take his end.
I’m dialing into a dead line, Ike, where are you??” The thought was frustrated. He knew his brother was alive. He could feel him. He could feel Tay. But he couldn’t reach either of them. Ike had some kind of wall around him, unbreachable no matter how he tried. He’d gotten through once, felt the familiar click of his mind with Isaac’s, and then had felt himself rudely shunted out. What was with that?
“I’m just too tired for this.”
He sat back, sighing, smiling faintly as the man driving reached over to pat his shoulder. “Whatever it is, buddy, it’s gonna work out.”
Zac reached up and squeezed his hand briefly. “Yeah. I hope so.” His gaze shifted back out the window. He was getting close. He could feel it.

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“Oh my God…” Isaac’s voice misted out on a breath. He pushed the girl away a little, looking up into her face, taking in sweat dampened tendrils, blushing cheeks. Her eyes glowed, and she smiled sweetly.
You don’t want me to stop, do you?” Her voice whispered in his mind, lips unmoving. Her hands were everywhere, clothing long since shed.
No…” Again the slightest whisper, as he pulled her back to him, inhaling her scent, feeling himself tremble. Was this really happening to him? Was she really doing what he thought she was doing? Hands, his and hers, everyplace, velvet skin, silken hair, her hands in his hair, his mouth on her nipple, some kind of bliss, nothing he’d ever experienced before, overshadowed only by the feel of her mouth on him. It was getting hard to breathe, teased to the edge, eased back, brought forward again. “Forever…” He never realized she could hear the thought “Let this last… forever…

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The boy studied Taylor. He understood every single feeling.
After all, he’d had them.
“Do you understand? This is the closest I’ve ever come to ending this, please…”
Taylor looked up, eyes intense. “Step out into the light where I can see you.”
The boy complied, moving from the shade of the hill onto the sun dappled road. Light speckled his hair, spun gold, and glinted off ice blue eyes.
“Do you see? Do you?”
Taylor nodded. The boy looked like him, an image from a mirror, reflected over and over, until it was no longer recognizable. Older. Darker. Weary, the mask of youth an illusion fast fading.
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know. I, you, got out of the car forever ago, a moment ago, it’s happening now, it happens all the time, none of the time. Here, there is no real time. You, I…”
“We?” The slight amusement in Taylor’s tone made his heart leap. Yes, there was still strength here.
“We, then. We got out, we got trapped. We’ve been here forever, we’ve never been here. But I’m so old, and so tired, and it has to end. We never got out. We never saw the others again. I miss my family, I miss my brothers, my mom, my friends, my life! I want to die every single day!! This has to not happen this time! I try, every time that car drives down that road, I try to stop it, to change it. Every time, I learn something that I didn’t know before. I know now what we have, what you have, what you’ve always had, you and them. You can hear them, feel them, and they can help. But It want’s them now. It want’s to keep Isaac away from here, but at the same time, It want’s to keep him. And he’s dying, Taylor, and he doesn’t even know it. He never did before. He never came back before. He’s dying. And Zac. If It feels Zac, it will want him. We can’t let them in. They will come, Taylor, they will come to get you out. But you can’t let them. Send them back, they’ll be here still, here…” He reached out and touched Taylor’s temple. “But they won’t be within It’s reach.”
Taylor nodded. He understood. He wasn’t sure how, but he did.
“And you?”
“Me?”
“If I get away, if I never get trapped…” The visage of youth faded before his eyes, replaced with the image of the ancient. “I came to you, once before. Look, and see what there is. This, Taylor, is how long I, you, have been trapped here, while the world goes on without you, while the people we love suffer.”
“You’ll die.”
“And we will live. Now help me.”
Taylor nodded, and the ancient was replaced with the boy.
“Then show me, show me how to reach them.”
The boy nodded, and reached out. “Like this…

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Zac’s eyes glazed as he reached. Tapping. Tapping. Nothing. He could feel Tay, but Tay couldn’t feel him. Not yet. Something in him knew that was coming, but it wasn’t here yet. But Ike? Where was Ike?
He reached again, as far as he could.
Man, Ike? What are you doing? Why are you blocking me?” Frustrated, he crossed his arms against his chest. “This sucks… Ike…
Suddenly, the scent of flowers. Flowers? A flash then, scent of sweetness stronger, cloying, and the feel of something soft, under hands.
Heat, sweat, breathlessness… and something else. Something too intense for him to place, sexual gratification beyond the experience of a 12 year old.
Hands. Familiar, but not his.
Ike. Ike, I got you… what is that you’re touching?” He looked around for a moment, confused. He was still in a manure truck, headed down a rural road in Maine. Of the smells in the truck, cowshit, pipe smoke, Coast soap, the scent of flowers had no place. “It’s Ike. I’m smelling and feeling what he’s…
He closed his eyes, concentrating harder, surprise almost shocking him back up out of the link. “Oh my God, there’s a girl! Where had she come from?!” He looked closer, slipping out of the corner of his brother’s mind he’d stumbled into, and for a moment saw reality.
No girl, no heat, no flowers. Just his brother, unconscious, in a car in the winter, slowly freezing to death.
Oh, man, Ike!!” He sent the thought out with everything he had. “Ike wake up! This is some way weird illusion thing, wake up!!!
Shifting back to Ike’s point of view again, he suddenly realized what his brother thought he was touching.
Eeew Ike! For God’s sake, Tay’s missing, and you’re doing THAT???
But something had gotten to his brother, hadn’t it? He could see it, feel it, blackness, nothingness, all around him. And Ike was dying.
Snapping his eyes open, he turned to the driver.
“How much farther is it?!”
The man patted his hand soothingly.
“Just around the bend up here, and you’ll see the store.”
Zac nodded, closing his eyes again, rushing back down the link to his brother, seeing what Ike was seeing. Soft hair, warm skin… lots of skin.
Oh man, what a time to have sex education, and from my brother!!! This is not good, not good, this is way weird… no, this is gross.
Switching back to the reality view, the non-illusion, he quietly searched for the whatever was doing this to Ike, quietly roaming his brother’s mind. He saw an area of dark, an area of non-light, that patch of black nothingness moving through Ike’s mind, insinuating itself in him, taking him.
He tried again to reach Isaac, that one small corner that was still his bother, to get him to respond, but still no answer.
Line’s busy, he’s busy, no girl there, man, whatta fantasy this is… no blood going to his brain, that’s the problem.
He felt the patch of darkness tickle at *his* mind, caught his breath, frozen. What was it? What was it?! Darkness, nothingness, and oh… it was cold. And it wanted him.
No, no way, no way no how is this freaky shit happening to me.” He was tired, and cold, his head thumping, stomach once again queasy, and his patience was at an end. Fear drained away, leaving an angry weariness.
Get outta my head, you freak!” Without thinking, he shoved It out, feeling an ice spike of pain between his eyes. He felt It, curiously reaching out for him, felt evil there. Evil, and… stupidity? Ignorance?
It is, it’s not smart, it’s stupid! It’s stupid! We can beat this…
He shoved again, and the spike between his eyes settled in to stay.

“That’s it, son, there’s the store” The driver pulled into the parking lot, and reached into the area behind the seat. “Here.” He handed Zac a pair of wool mittens, huge enough for the boy to put two hands in one. “You’ll need these. And take this too.” The mittens were joined by a scarf.
The man knew he shouldn’t let this boy, obviously sick, obviously from away, out in the snow. But he also knew he had to.
Years living here had taught him. Sometimes things just had to be.
Zac’s eyes searched his for a long moment, perhaps finding some comfort there. He leaned across the seat, hugged the man quickly, and jumped from the truck, heading across the road as fast as he could.
The man watched him head down the Lebanon road, until he was no longer in sight, and shut the engine off. He climbed down and walked into the store, heading for the coffee pot, and, as so often happened to folks around here, within moments, the strange, sick little blond boy, had been forgotten.

Zac hurried down the road, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. God this place was horrible. He knocked harder on the door to his brother’s mind, feeling him slipping away, growing colder and colder, less responsive.
Man, he’s gonna die, where is the car???
He could feel that nameless evil reaching for him and added another layer to his barriers, instinct guiding him, as he plowed through the snow. Something evil, darkly insane, capering and gibbering at the edges of his mind, sharp little needles spiking into him.
Who are you?” The darkness had a voice. “Are you one of My boys? You will be one of My boys. You are strong, but I will win. Who are you? Who?
A single thought lanced it’s way from Zac’s mind, to It’s mind.
I’m Zac, who the hell are you?” Whoever, whatever it was, he had no patience with it. Zac shoved It again, and it retreated, leaving the feel of mad laughter.
Shaking his head, Zac rounded a bend, and his heart leaped.
There! The car!” He jumped for the door handle, yanked it open, and climbed in, sensing, almost seeing, the patch of less than dark that crawled over his brother.
Ignoring it, he reached through, past it, turned his brother’s keys in the ignition, and started the engine, slamming the door behind him. He pressed himself as close to his brother as he could, feeling how cold his skin was, how shallow his breathing.
“Oh, Ike… man come on.” He cranked on the heater, pulled out the wool mittens and slipped them over his brother’s bare hands, winding the scarf around his neck. “Man….” He reached again, down the link, saw the illusion, still intact, and wound himself up.
GET AWAY FROM HIM!” He shoved with all he had, pushing away the darkness, and wending himself into the spaces it left, seeing, in that moment, all that the darkness was, all that it hid, all that it ever had been.
He saw, in that nonsecond, a boy, alone, cold, eyes aglow over the books in front of him, books filled with horrible, forbidden information, that same boy, corrupt, performing unspeakable acts as his power grew, striving for, yet never reaching the unattainable goal of omnipotence.
He saw the boy’s soul, black and lost, vast echoing nothingness of half understood power, a grave, and that power set free, feeding, growing, ensnaring, evil and ignorant, growing fat, growing confident, growing complacent.
The grave again, for just a moment. Horror became incredulity. Fear gave way to impatience, annoyance, and what… superiority? He laughed aloud, sending all of the contempt of a 12 year old boy, into the echoing blackness.
Harold?! You’re name is HAROLD??!!! And you want WHAT from us??
He turned and shook his brother. “Ike, Ike wake up, come on…” He pressed in closer, feeling that his brother was warmer, he’d be coming around soon. He felt the darkness shoving at him again, felt it wrapping around him, and rolled his eyes heavenward.
Oh GET a LIFE, we have NO intention of spending eternity with some faceless demon named Harold!” He slammed a barrier up then, around himself and his brother, shutting It out.
He looked at Isaac and smiled a little, as he saw his eyes flickering open.

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The boys glanced at each other, each feeling the almost electric thrumming in the air. Taylor’s eyes grew wide, as he sent his newly discovered senses out around him. “Oh no…” His eyes turned to the boy, who nodded soberly.
“I know. And there’s no place to go to get away, not here.”
“Why not?”
“Because It’s everywhere here. This… place, this is It. The house I’ve lived in all of this, none of this time, it’s the safest place I could find. There’s something there that modifies It a little, but still… It’s angry, and there’s no way we can get away from it.”
“We fight?”
“We fight. But we have to get Isaac and Zac away from here. Out of the area of It’s influence. If it takes from them, what it took from us, it’s going to be so strong…”
“Here! You boys!”
They turned, looking up the hill toward the house.
“Lou, she can help can’t she?” Taylor eyed the boy hopefully.
“No, no you don’t understand, she’s not real. She’s him, It. There are people here. People who live here who don’t understand, who don’t realize they’re living in a dream, who go to work everyday, and have the truth hidden from them, but she’s not one of them. She’s not real. You’re still real, you can still get out. Come on…”
“Did you ever try to get one of them to help you?”
The boy nodded. “I did, I used to. But I can’t leave. I’ve asked for rides up to the store…” He grinned slightly at the normalcy of the statement. “But when we get to the edge of his power, things… things happen. I can’t get out.”
They started down the road, freezing suddenly in their tracks. In front of them, foaming, snarling, the dog that had been playing catch on the lawn. It’s muzzle
dripped blood, eyes yellowed and cracked. Taylor stopped, backed up, restrained by the others hand.
“No, it’s not real, it’s an illusion, just walk through it. You’re strong, it can’t touch you.”
Taylor nodded, and kept going, wincing as the dog’s strong muzzled tore through the other’s arm, bringing blood.
“Go, go, it’s not real.” The boy gasped the words out, pain stealing his voice. The wind came up around them then, and the heat of the August day was suddenly replaced with biting cold, colder than cold, too cold to breathe.
Taylor’s breath choked in his throat, and the boy saw blood begin to form at the corners of his mouth.
“NO! Taylor, NO! It’s not real! It’s an illusion, you have to look, you have to fight!” He was aging rapidly before Taylor’s eyes, and he nodded, weary. “I can’t do it for you, I’m too spent, too old. You have to do it, and you have to get to your brothers!”
Taylor choked around the burning sensation in his throat, gagging, swallowing as he walked. His mind picked up a glimpse of what his brothers were seeing and feeling as they made their way to him.
Too much, it was too much. Too much horror.
He looked to the boy then, as the cold whipped around him, and realization came to him. “It’s you! It’s you doing it to them! You’re scaring them to death, why are you doing that to them?!”
“To keep them out, Taylor. To keep them back. They don’t need to come here, they just need to find you.”
Understanding came to him then, a rush of knowledge like nothing he’d ever before known. Nodding, he reached, hard, and felt his mind suddenly lock into the slots of two other minds, pieces of a chain, singular and weak, suddenly linked together, strong. STRONG. As strength flowed in, the ground burned around him.

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Isaac and Zac made their way carefully, from the car toward the undulating, shimmering veil in the road. Through it, they could see… summer? Summer, but a biting summer, where the trees were blighted, and the ground scorched.
Tormented by visions they couldn’t blot out, the girl, Ike’s girl, frozen, naked in a ditch, sightless eyes covered in a glaze of ice, the truck driver, Zac’s benefactor, dead, gutted, on a fence post, flies lighting on his face, Taylor, eyes black and empty, turning tides of blood onto them. Waves of sickness washing over both of them, blinding, incapacitating. Zac had thrown up half a dozen times, Isaac holding him up, as the younger boy weakened.
“Ike…” Zac could feel his strength draining out of him. “Ike, I can’t do this…”
Ike nodded, and they joined hands, both staring into each others eyes.
“We can go call help. Walk right back up to that store, call the police.”
“Oh, sure Ike, and tell them what? Hello officer, my brother is down on this street in Maine, and some evil demon named Harold ate him. Could you go get him out please? Right. And we write home with crayolas for the rest of our lives.”
“Then Zac…” Ike’s voice was quiet. “We have to just do it. Don’t say you can’t, when you have to.” He stopped for a moment, and Zac felt his touch in the back of his mind, breathing in the realization. They didn’t have to go to Tay. They just had to reach him. Grinning, he let his mind link with his brother’s, and together, they reached out…

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It felt the three minds lock together, and howled, rage overpowering it.
NO! NOOO!!!” Uncontrolled, desperate, defeated. Temper of ages
burst from It, and the boys on the road ducked as the house on the hill exploded, raining stinking debris on their heads. The house known as the Seven Elms, home, prison, for all and none of time, crumbled, wood rotting, roof cracking, and a faceless woman, eyeless and armless, staggered out, black nothingness pouring from her mouth.
The boys stood in the middle of it all, as the ground scorched, cracked, bled, froze, all at once, as wind, rain, scalding blistering rain, biting freezing wind, tore and pelted them.
Taylor, mind joined with his brothers, never felt the other Taylor letting him go, never saw him become wraith-like, indistinct. Together, the three of them, with all of the radiance It had coveted, made their stand, that longed for power, and “shine” wrapping itself around the spirit of a long lost, corrupt little boy, grown huge and blind and evil.
For all of time, and for no time, they stood there, as the sky turned red, the rain to blood. As their faces withered, aged, as the teeth fell from their gums and leaped up to bite at their own faces. As the road buckled and heaved, cracking open to swallow them. Through it all they held fast, mental conversations reduced to a single shared sensation of unity, of strength, as gradually, slowly, timelessly, the chaos bled away, and reality, for whatever it was worth, reasserted itself.

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“Oh, Ike, oh there he is…” Zac ran up the road, slipping, grabbing for balance.
“Oh, man, he’s so cold…” Isaac knelt beside Taylor. ”
Ike, why has he got his coat off?”
“I don’t know, Zac, I think it was hot here.” Ike stripped off his coat, ignoring protests from Zac that he’d already almost frozen to death once. “Zac, I have at least a sweatshirt on, he’s got no sleeves. Shut up, willya?” He picked his brother up effortlessly, brow drawn down at how light he seemed.
“You got him okay?”
“Yeah, Zac, I got him. It’s not as snowy, did you notice?”
“Yeah. I did.”
They headed back to the car, the hardpacked snow of the road slick, but easier to walk on than before. In the quiet of the early evening, the sounds of birds reached them, singular, isolated.
“It’s lonely here, Ike.”
“I know.”
In Isaac’s arms, Taylor stirred, moaned. “Ike, put me down.” Isaac nodded, and set Taylor’s feet on the road, steadying him with a hand. Taylor stumbled a few feet away from them, nausea welling in him, one hand braced against the side of a tree as his empty stomach tried to vomit up nothing. His vision swam a little as the attack ended, and he felt his brother’s hand supporting him.
“You okay?”
Brief nod, and a quick glance of knowledge darkened eyes.
“I think so. I’m awful cold though.”
“I know, we’re almost to the car.” Isaac glanced at Zac. His face was flushed with more than cold, and Ike was worried.
“Zacman, how you feeling?”
“Cruddy.”
They trudged in silence then, thoughts their own, climbing wordlessly into the car when they finally reached it.
“Crank that heat up, Ike…” Taylor curled into a ball on the front seat, pulling himself away from Isaac. He didn’t want anyone to touch him.
Something in him hurt, some sense of enormous loss. Tears stung his eyes and he buried his head in the crook of his arm. Isaac gazed at him in sympathy. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew enough to let him be.

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“Ike watch out!” Zac’s cry cut through the stillness, and Ike slammed on the brakes, skidding a little. The corner of the road was a mere foot away, and standing, blocking them, was the figure of an old man.
“Oh no…” Isaac felt fear shoot through him. Not another trap… please…
Taylor touched his hand, having picked up the mental distress.
“No, Ike, no…” He got out of the car, then, walking up to the figure in the road. His eye took in the frozen traffic light, stalled in mid sway, wind blown to almost horizontal and frozen.
No time. Not right now. The man gazed at him, and reached to touch his face.
“Listen to me, Taylor.” The ancient’s eyes were rheumy, watered blue, set in deep layered wrinkles. “You see how long I’ve been here. I am you, Taylor, and all that I’ve seen, it is in you. There’s evil in you now, nobody can live in absolute corruption, without becoming corrupt. You’ll feel it. You’ll have to fight it, every single day of your life, until you are as old as I am now. But you will do it, Taylor. I know this. ”
“You have faith in me, you’re saying?”
The ancient chuckled, catching the humor. “Yes, since I am you, and have already lived your life. You go down this road.” He pointed, in the direction they should have gone a lifetime, lifetimes, ago. “You’ll come to a bridge. Cross the river and you’ll be over the state line. You’ll find another intersection. Turn left there, and drive a very short distance. There, you’ll see a white car parked on the edge of the street. Go to the door of that house, the door on the right. The woman there will let you use the phone. Call home, and let them know Zac is with you. Then go where you started to go. You still have time. Start your year with a celebration.”
“Zac…”
“Zac is sick, but he’ll be fine, and he needs to do this. You all do. Then sleep, tonight, safe. And when you go home tomorrow, don’t come this way. Take the interstate, all the way.” He gazed down the road, eyes dreamy, for a moment, and the vision of age dropped away. “This place will never be any good. It’s gone, but… little bits of it remain. As they remain in you. Be careful of that. When you find yourself about to snap at someone, notice it, and reply with kindness. Fight it, Taylor.”
“I will. You know I will.”
The two boys looked at one another for a long moment.
“Why do I feel like somebody’s died?”
“Because someone has, Taylor. But you’ll be alright. You’ve already been alright.” He grinned then, and reached for the other boy’s hands. “Goodbye.”
Taylor watched then, as the image before him flashed, aged, withered, disintegrated, dust blown on the breeze. A moment later time reasserted itself, the light swung down, and the world turned once more on it’s axis.
He turned, and got back in the car.

As he’d been told, the intersection appeared as an oasis, and they followed the instructions they’d been given. The white car was there, and the woman who answered the door, who gave her name as Rita, willingly allowed them in to use the phone, gave them explicit instructions to Portsmouth, and pulled a spare coat from a back closet, for Taylor. She sent them on their way with her phone number, and instructions to call her should they in any way need to, and they honored her request of an autograph for her granddaughter.

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Darkness saw them standing on the street in Portsmouth, smiling at the gaiety around them, but separate from it. They joined, impulsively, in a song contest, and won handily, forfeiting their prize, admitting they were not local, nor amateur talent.
They wandered kiosks, took in a play in a freezing little park on the waterfront, bouncing from attraction to attraction aimlessly, easily.
Feeling naughty, the three of them scammed a beer apiece from a man on the street, and smuggled them up to their room, some time before midnight, toasting the new year in quietly, drinking their drinks, falling into dreamless sleep.
They awoke the next morning, sluggish and dreamy, Zac’s fever still burning, Taylor’s thoughts still far away. Isaac drove them back to Portland. They took the interstate the whole way, resisting the urge to drive back the way they had come, just to see if the place was really there. They each knew that it was, and that at some point, they would have to return.
They reached Portland safely, Zac went to bed with his flu, Isaac and Taylor nursed the colds they caught from being out so long, and nobody ever spoke of the thing that happened to them.
Their minds continued to touch, and it became a running joke that during television appearances, Taylor seemed to be unconsciously mouthing the words his brother was saying. Almost as if he could hear him thinking.
Life went on, and from that… only time will tell.

The End

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