Subj: Grammar Story -- 27
Date: 7/31/00 9:17:24 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

"You must leave, Jeremiah. This is not your time, and you are not Burke Devlin. Victoria Winters will be in your time, and it won't be much longer. And you know why, you have already lived the accusation of witchcraft that she will be accused of, and she needs you. Burke Devlin will be coming back to town soon. If you choose to stay here, you might not ever get back to your own time. I don't know what will happen to you, if you are steadfast in your refusal," the ghostly figure said.

"Stop talking to me. I'm not going with you. I don't care what happens. I want to stay right here, and I will. Get out of here. I don't believe a word you are saying. Now get out." Jeremiah shouted.

Jeremiah closed his eyes, as the sun begin to make its way to setting. He didn't hear the woman sigh, and with his eyes closed he didn't know if she had left. Displacement of air meant little to him, he just wanted her to go. Who was she anyway, he thought idly. His thoughts were abruptly shattered, and his eyes flew open when he felt the beginning of assault on his body. Then he felt a sensation he had never felt before, had no knowledge through books, travel or otherwise, he could only describe it later, it was as if his soul were being ripped from his body. The pain was so severe, when he tried to scream he couldn't, his vocal chords were on fire with pain. And then as he was gasping for air, he felt himself plunge into oblivion.