The whole scene began to twist and spiral like colorful water going down a
drain
Dreams and conciseness merged with memories not his own, not even of
this world, then nothing.
Weed had no idea how long he had been out. He came to with one hell of a
headache. The brunette with the identity crisis was shaking him. She said,
"He came back and stunned us both and took your body." Weed in no mood
for riddles got up unsteadily. His hand looked too big. He looked about at
the pine woods. "Were are we," he asked in a voice that was too deep. I
don't know she said," it was dark when I came to and our tormentor was
long gone." "Lady what the hell is going on" Weed asked. "I wish I knew"
she sighed. "I can only say you have my body and I don't know who's body
I have. Here look at your self in this puddle," she said. It was Weed turn to
be dazed and confused as he stared into the puddle and saw the face the
world knew as Raymond Jones starring back.
They walked along quietly for a while. The trail turned into a dirt road in less
then 20 meters. The road parted a dark and endless sea of pines. They
walked toward an artificial light that offered hope of civilization in its distant
twinkle.
"This can't be happening!" Weed said. "Sure, but would you mind telling
me how to wake up from this nightmare?" Jones asked. "And by the way
who the hell are you?" She continued. "My name is John Weed your wife
hired me to find you." Weed answered. "Sounds just like Sara, the
consummate worrywart. She probably came to you when company security
brushed her off as the little girl who cried wolf. Well this time she was right
for a change," sighed Jones.
After a long thoughtful pause Jones continued "Congratulations Mr. Weed,
you found your man body and soul, after a fashion anyway." Weed took a
long while responding, they continued to walk each alone with their
thoughts. Finally he broke the deadly silence, "I think we are in New
Jersey." Weed said. "What makes you say that?" Jones asked. "Well the
sandy soil, the pine trees with there accompanying under story growth, the
size and voracity of the misquotes, and that real-estate sign with the 609 area
code." Weed stated. They both had a short nervous laugh.
