Nathan stood in the hospital parking lot enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face as a cool breeze blew past. The wail of sirens in the distance filled the air and announced to all newcomers that Burnt Hill was under siege. Jericho and Connor, upstairs apologizing to hospital staff for the damaged wall, had found the Chief Executive Officer to be more than gracious.
“We are well insured,” he had said. “You don’t run a hospital in Crescent Bay without insurance.”
Nathan breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves. He struggled against a sudden uncontrollable fear of what was coming. Even if the timeline ran correctly, he had no idea what changes had been made because of his interference.
As he closed his eyes, he felt Elizabeth approaching.
“Nathan, are you okay?” she asked.
“Not really. No,” he answered.
She walked around in front of him and took his hands.
“Look at me,” she said.
Nathan didn’t want to look in her eyes. He couldn’t shake the image of her death scene, the death he had prevented when he first arrived in Starfall. If he wasn’t careful, he would confess what he had done.
“Stop hiding things from me,” she said.
She squeezed his hands and insisted,
“Open your eyes!”
Nathan slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were filled with love, fear and concern all at once.
“You take so much on yourself,” she said. “Please let me help you.”
Nathan felt his eyes filling with tears.
“Nathan, what is it?” she asked with worry in her voice.
Nathan searched for the right words.
“There’s just so much that has happened,” he said. “Most of it is good.”
“But?” she asked.
“There’s something out there. Something that threatens to destroy everything,” Nathan warned.
“A creature or a person?” she asked.
“Neither. It’s the weight of decisions made,” he said. “The consequences of those decisions.”
“What decisions?” Elizabeth asked.
Nathan didn’t answer.
“You’re still hiding things from me,” she complained. “I can’t help if I don’t know what I’m fighting.”
“Where I’m from, there’s an author named Robert Louis Stevenson. He once said, ‘Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.’ Whether or not my intentions were noble, I’m afraid the consequences of my actions will catch up to me and rip away everything I have,” Nathan confessed.
“What do you mean everything you have?” Elizabeth asked. “Do you mean literally or figuratively?”
“I mean everything I hold dear,” Nathan said looking into her eyes.
Elizabeth grew quiet and stared at him for a moment.
“Is something going to happen to me?” she asked.
“Something already did,” Nathan said.
“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked. “Was it before or after we met?”
Nathan was about to answer when Jericho walked up.
“Hey, guys,” he greeted.
“Connor Floyd has agreed to help us with Pinstripe and Shadow Leader,” he said.
“I spoke with Cassandra, and she agrees we should try and end this war peacefully. While Connor and I go talk with Pinstripe, why don’t you two speak to Shadow Leader?”
“I don’t know,” Elizabeth said hesitantly.
“That’s fine,” Nathan said.
Elizabeth was surprised by Nathan’s sudden agreement.
“Awesome,” Jericho said. “Before we go, Connor wants to head home and change clothes. Cassandra will try and keep the peace while we work on a peace treaty.”
Jericho smiled and after a pause added,
“All right. See ya.”
Jericho hurried off leaving Nathan and Elizabeth alone.
“Shouldn’t we keep an eye on him?” Elizabeth asked.
“If everything goes according to plan, we won’t need to. If the timeline is messed up, we won’t be able to do anything to stop him just yet.”
“Stop him?” Elizabeth asked.
She looked in the direction Jericho had left.
“By stop him you mean the Shaman, right?” she asked.
“Yes,” Nathan said with hesitancy.
Elizabeth studied Nathan for a moment.
“Ever since we started working together, I developed this little twitch in the back of my mind. I can almost tell when things are about to get really bad,” she said.
“Right now, I’m getting a major twitch. I’m almost afraid to ask this.”
Again she looked in the direction Jericho had left.
“We’re going to have to fight him, aren’t we?”
“If everything goes according to plan,” Nathan said, “yes.”
“And if it doesn’t go according to plan?” she asked.
Nathan sighed heavily then answered,
“Yes.”
Elizabeth considered Nathan’s words then asked,
“What’s the difference?”
“Either way, we’ll have to fight him,” Nathan said.
“But?” Elizabeth pressed.
“But in one version, hundreds of thousands of people may die,” Nathan said, “and I don’t know why.”
Elizabeth stared at him speechless.
After a moment of nothing but the sound of the wind and distant sirens, Elizabeth said,
“I’m beginning to regret asking you to share.”
* * *
Pinstripe sat at his office desk staring out the large window as people in the street below moved about their business, trying to scratch out a living.
“The Shadows,” he fumed. “Always trying to take what is rightfully mine!”
His personal assistant stood by the desk nervously waiting.
“Sir,” he said.
“What?” Pinstripe barked.
“The two men are here,” he said.
“Good!” Pinstripe said. “Show them in.”
The doors to his office opened, and the two men who had joined him at the hospital walked in. With multiple broken bones, both men struggled to stand. Pinstripe knew they should be in the hospital, but right now he was only concerned with answers to his questions.
Slowly he walked over and stood in front of the men.
“That was unpleasant,” Pinstripe said.
“We’re sorry, sir,” one man said.
Pinstripe held up a hand to quiet them.
“I’m no more interested in your excuses than I am your names.”
Pinstripe removed his sunglasses and wiped them clean. Then he slipped them back on and walked over to the window.
“You were hired for one reason,” he said, “and you failed. Jericho picked me up and tossed me through the wall like a child throwing away a broken toy.”
“You were to keep that from happening. As a result, I have been damaged. Granted the damage is not permanent, but my suit was ruined and for that, someone has to pay,” Pinstripe said.
He turned back to the two men and added,
“Don’t worry. I won’t dock your pay or hurt you. You’ve been through enough.”
As he placed his hands on each man, he added,
“In fact I plan on taking away your pain.”
The men opened their mouths to scream but found they could make no sound. Instantly, their bodies turned gray, shriveled, and fell to the floor in a pile of dust.
Pinstripe brushed off his hands and said,
“Get someone to clean this up.”