Alternative III

The day that story aired.

My fears overwhelmed me.

I couldn't sleep.

The RCMP sent a French girl to sit at my counter everyday.

She'd tried every delicacy on my menu.

She'd wait for me at the entrance of the Park Plaza when I'd take the subway down Younge Street Toronto to Queen.

I changed my route and took the Dundas to Coxwell Avenue.

Still there, trailing me like a lost puppy with the expressions she always had on her face.

I swear, if I ever should've used my gift for myself I should've read her.

But I swore to never break the promise to my Father.

He WARNED me.

NEVER, let anyone know what you can do.

You'll become a LAB specimen.

Use it as was intended, to STOP the bastards of this world.

After about a month I finally told her.

You want me?

Come home with me and if my wife says it's OK.

Because this is gettin fuckin weird.

And then, I don't remember what happened after that.

I haven't tried because all I got was BLANK!!

BLANK MAN!!

I remember my wife working at HoJo's and I can't remember anything.

That shit fucks with me now and I don't know how to answer it.

I had no idea about what was happening to me.

Fuck man.

Now I do.

But I couldn't for the life of me, figure what was happening to me.

I knew it wasn't good.

I JUST, couldn't put my finger on it!