PART 2

Who am I?
"Wait...Who are you?" The questions fell out before he had time to think."Where the hell am I?" He turned in a large circle and ran his fingers through his hair rather manically. " I am a messenger in a large city lady, and I don't know what those guys were after last night, and I don't know where my city went!! City, c period i period t period y period. I am not a boyscout! I don't do well with nature!"

She watched him as he started to pace back and forth in the new spring grass, no expression on her face. "You asked to be here, and here you are. " She turned again to go. He felt his blood pressure rise, but stayed suprisingly calm in her presents. " Okay, I didn't ask to be here, and I still don't know where here is, please enlighten me?!"

"Let's see, a distinct voice broke the silence last night, fearful, doubtful, far louder than any other voice we caught on the wind of your world." She paused and let him absorb the last few words of her sentence. " My world, mmm... my world? As far as I know there is only one civilized world lady. This is earth right?" his brain went into high gear and he contemplated the thought that perhaps he had somehow teleported through the storm, or maybe he was in a coma, or perhaps this was a deep stress induced sleep. "Okay then, where am I? Please explain how I got here? How did YOU hear MY voice?"

She came within arms reach of him, and again the smell of wild lilac filled the air around him and he instantly felt calm. He studied her face and watched her move, as curious as he was disturbed. " You are in between my dear John." Before she could speak again he began the assault of questions. "In between, like this place is called that, or like in general? Like the cream in between the oreo? This is nuts!" He stumbled backwards frustrated. She let out a soft laugh. "Theoretically yes, you are the cream in a dimensional oreo. This particular place in between is called Cassia, and it is a mirror of, or a projection of what your world could have been, like a sibling universe, existing with ,yet totally separate from a thousand other mirror earth images, and you have found your way here by choice."

His thoughts flashed quickly to the night before. He thought about the "important" messenger job he had in the city. Important was right, he was a glorified dirty money middle man. At the ripe old age of 24 he had been party to more dirty money than most government officials of this day and age. He managed to escape the guilt with a healthy cut of the profit, and he had never actually made any deals, just been the delivery boy. Last night was obviously a deal done wrong. The last thing he could remember saying before his face met the pavement was,"Please let me wake up anywhere but here!"

His head swam, "Jane I think I need to..." Once again John found himself face down on the ground, but this time he had fainted...