Subj: Grammar Story -- 42
Date: 1/8/01 11:58:31 AM Central Standard Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

"Where am I?" Jeremiah said, struggling to get the words out.

"You're at the Old House, Quentin. You're in Josette's Room, an all too familiar voice answered him.

Jeremiah, panting, and struggling, managed to sit up, swallowed the gasp that had almost escaped, looked around, and saw the al too familiar surroundins of Josette Dupres' Room. It was so lovely, and it was the same. Knowing the nightmare wasn't over, as he looked into the demonic eyes of his nephew, and he assumed he had somehow ended up in the body of one Quentin Collins. But how? He wondered, when the demon's voice broke into his thoughts, "Are you okay, Quentin?"

"I seem to be, Barnabas. What am I doing here, and where is that young woman? Is she okay?" He shot a volley of questions to his nephew?

"You were falling from Widow's Hill, and that young woman is your wife, Jenny. She somehow managed to break free, and ran off into the woods. No one has been able to find her." Barnabas answered him in a concerned voice.

Barnabas' tone caused Jeremiah to look at his nephew, really look at him, and he noticed a change in his eyes from the raging killer in the cell in the future century. What had happened he wondered to cause such a radical change? That hideous killer he had narrowly escaped with fire burning in his eyes, and a depravity that consumed his very being seemed to be another soul from this one. He knew it was the same, he saw the death surrounding his personage, smelled the grave coming from his, but his eyes were so sad, defeat seemed to be a part of his countennance. "Why?" he voiced aloud.

"Why?" Barnabas said, looking puzzled.

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