LOCATION: "Shelbyville" Kentucky U.S.A.
Ed David had been out visiting his cousin who lived a few miles out of town. He was driving his 1975 "Econoline" truck back along the quiet country roads, in no particular hurry, when he caught sight of the young woman walking by the side of the road.
Nothing unusual there. The weather was clear, not a cloud marring the sky, the sun shone down, in fact it seemed the perfect day.
The old radio crackled, feeling it's age but the tune it delivered was of a more modern nature and despite Ed being out of touch with the state of the music of today, after all he was in his early sixties, the melody inched under his skin and he started to whistle along.
Deciding to be a gentleman and the fact that it was getting hot outside in the midday sun, he drew alongside the young woman and tipped the hat on his head and cleared his throat.
"Hey ma'am. Just wonderin' if I can give you a lift into town?. It's a hot one today and I guess since I'm heading into town myself and you look as if you're heading there too.."
The young woman stopped and narrowed her eyes at the man in the truck, weighing up his words wisely. She was about late twenties, reddish brown hair and had an intense pair of green eyes flecked with gold.
Dressed in an old battered pair of jeans and a red jacket, she carried what looked like some kind of sat-nav in her hand.
"Thanks for the offer but I'm really okay. I think I'm just about where I'm supposed to be.." she tailed off and checked the tech in her hand which let out a quickening "beep" sound as she pressed a few buttons squinting at the screen as the sun obscured the reading.
" I guess that's one of those new fangled tech things I've been reading about that replace maps?", Ed tried to take a look at the machine and shook his head, "Ma'am…in my day all we had was this!", he tapped his head " Oh and of course a map, compass and the sky".
"Well sir, times change I'm afraid. If you don't mind I think I'll stick to my "tech" and you can stick to yours", she smiled back at him.
"If you're okay then I'll guess I'll be seeing you around town. It's just a mile or so up the road. We got the best little diner in all of Kentucky, if you're hungry that is."
"I'll bear that in mind sir. See you around and thanks for the offer of the lift".
"No problem ma'am. Mind how you go there", Ed tipped his hat at her again and started the truck and pulled away from the side of the road.
The woman continued to check the device that she was carrying and she could see that she was getting closer to the exact co-ordinates of where she was supposed to be.
Ed, being a conscientious type of guy, slowed his speed for the last leg of the journey into town. He kept the image of the young woman in his mirrors and checked to make sure she was okay. The traffic on these roads was usually quiet but some guy could come speeding around the corners and cause a near miss. Usually one of the guys in the bar on a Friday night from the farms blowing off a little steam and looking for excitement.
About half a mile from town, he noted that the young woman had stopped and was now standing in the middle of the road.
"What the hell does she think she's doing?!". He stopped the truck and was in two minds whether to turn around and head back to her. "Is she crazy?!" he muttered and now saw that she had her arms outstretched to the sky.
He was about to start reversing the truck when he froze.
The hair on the back of his arms and neck tingled.
In his mirrors he could see an orange-like aura eminate from around this woman, faint at first but growing stronger by the passing seconds.
"Son of a Bitch!" he swore as he realised that the radio transmission was crackling and breaking up and the engine gave a roar and died. That was the final straw as he decided in that moment that he had to get out of here.
Finding his courage, he dived out of the truck and slammed the door and started to run towards this woman yelling "HEY.. HEY YOU!".
The young woman standing in the middle of the quiet country road looked at the man running towards her and just smiled, closing her eyes and letting the power wash over her as if it was the most natural feeling in the world.
" It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me …and I'm feeling GOOD". The lyrics to a long and forgotten song from her childhood played in her mind as the electrical currents increased as the transistors blew and the power lines shorted out above her.
The whole atmosphere danced and swayed…becoming alive…
Suddenly she thrust one arm and hand forward, pushing the energy out from herself and out into the world beyond, the other towards the ground and into the earth itself.
Ed and his 1975 truck were blown backwards by the force of the blast and an ear piercing sound blasted forth as a sonic energy tsunami began to pound everything in its path, trees, tarmac, fence posts and nothing was spared.
The town was hit at just after 1:23 pm…
The "Claudia Sanders Dinner House" praised highly by Ed David was obliterated as if it were a matchstick construction. The brick farmhouse and red roof were wiped clean from the canvas of existence and the cattle in the fields were vapourised where they stood.
The once green farmland was now dust.
A wasteland stood at 1:24 pm where the town of Shelbyville had once thrived.
As a young woman walked past an old burnt-out 1975 FORD " Econoline" truck, the shell of the radio in the wreck spluttered out its last will and testament. The last song on its radio that the passenger had been whistling moments before.
"This old town's changed so much,
Don't feel like I belong,
Too many protest singers,
Not enough protest songs
And now you've come along,
Yes, you've come along…"
The girl smiled as she repeated the last line of the song before leaving the wreck behind to dial the number on the specially converted phone that she knew she must.
" And I've never met a girl like you before".
"It's Tessa here. Sir, the mission was a success", she spoke as she surveyed the ground zero event that she had caused.
Acknowledging the response she turned on the sat-nav and began walking to the co-ordinates that had been transferred to the machine.
Mission accomplished. Time to go home.
Location: Military Detention Facility North Dakota
A retinue of vehicles pulled up at the front entrance to the facility. They were a mix of black non-descript Government vehicles with one large army truck at the back and it looked like to the guard on duty that they were here to conduct some serious business.
The guard spoke first: "State the nature of your business sir".
The passenger of the car produced verification replying, " We've orders to question the following detainee."
Looking at the papers and authorisation the guard took his time checking them over and giving the retinue a casual look and replied, "Everything seems in order sir, but I'll double-check, the detainee you're requesting access to is in a secure wing of the facility and…"
Before he could finish the man in the car interrupted him, "Pentagon approved orders son. Now if you don't mind, we're on a tight schedule here."
The guard ignored the comment and waved over his companion and showed him the paperwork and both of them looked questioningly at the retinue in front of them.
"Sir," the first guard raised his weapon, "Requesting that you exit the vehicle. Hands where we can see them."
The passenger of the car turned to the driver, a look of frustration on his face as he stepped outside but left the engine running.
"Hey you!", the second guard yelled, "Turn off the ignition and step outside."
Slowly both men raised their hands as they faced the armed guards.
"Take it easy son.." the first man tried to diffuse the tense situation to the younger guard, "It's all above board, no need to get trigger happy.."
"Hands on the hood…NOW!." yelled the older second guard, "Both of you".
The car's occupants had their hands on the car and faced each other, a smile played on their lips.
One of them turned to the guards and said, "You just should've let us in. Big mistake".
Before the guards could react, they fell to the ground as if struck by an invisible assailant and throughout the rest of the facility all the personnel were afflicted by the same unknown cause.
From the truck came a group of four individuals, all immune to the effects of what had just happened along with the rest of the retinue.
"Good work kids" the man who had spoke to the guard first acknowledged them as they walked past, "Just make sure everyone is out and we'll follow behind you shortly", he called out as the group dispersed to throughout the facility.
"Sure thing boss", the last one replied as he headed straight for the main building.
A man from the vehicle behind the lead car got out and walked out surveying the scene before him. Everything was running smoothly just as he had planned. He was about mid thirties and dressed all in black and wearing a trench coat. A scar ran down the side of the left side of his face and his eyes were ice cold grey, a slight hint of a British accent could be heard as he spoke.
"Well done Lieutenant. A most impressive start to the operation don't you think?."
He chuckled slightly, "I must say, these people are far exceeding my expectations. My dear departed family would be proud of what we have achieved so far with these kids."
The passenger of the first car nodded in agreement. " They are good aren't they?."
Via an earpiece the driver of the first car got the information through that he had been waiting to hear.
"Sir, the outside perimeter is clear and it seems that the "lullaby" has worked."
"Excellent news. Gentlemen, I think it's time that we paid an old family friend and mentor Colonel Gordon a surprise visit."
Meanwhile in an F.B.I office…
Olivia Dunham was not having the best of days. In fact, it was safe to say that ever since she had returned from the alternate universe, every day had become a "bad day".
Memories and reminders of her alternate's time in her job and her life constantly pricked her conscious and subconscious mind.
The pain and horrors of being "Walternate's" test subject still caused her trauma and many a sleepless night, the scars were healing on her body and she knew she could overcome that given more time.
However her personal and private life were another matter entirely.
No matter how much she had at first tried to shrug it off as a "genuine mistake" on Peter's behalf, the more she thought about it, the more hurt, angry and annoyed she had become.
Things had become heated and she had finally let it all come to a head a few weeks back when they had finished working on the "Barratt" case.
Now they weren't speaking much, her and Peter Bishop.
Why?. Her alternate had infiltrated the feelings that she had for her colleague and partner by pretending to be her and Peter had let himself be blinded by the fact that he had failed to notice the differences between THAT Olivia from the alternate universe and herself.
Bad enough that Peter had actually thought that explaining away these "differences" in attitude and behaviour with his so called "genius I.Q." but what had hurt and caused the most deepest and profound pain of all was that betrayal of trust from them both. IN her apartment…IN her own bed.
Anger at first, molten, white hot anger had coursed through her veins on discovering this. Then betrayal, a familiar companion that had walked in previous relationships in her life, notably John Scott and finally the absence of emotion. Cold and unfeeling, the wall had come down between her and Peter and this was one Olivia could not and would not break.
She remembered the lyrics to a song that seemed to sum up her entire being at this time..
"You have placed a chill in my heart.
You have placed a chill in my heart.
Take me to the desert where there's got to be
A whole heap of nothing for you and me."
Olivia couldn't bear to hear Peter utter the word "SORRY" in her presence for the umpteenth time, she couldn't bear to hear him utter another apology on the subject. In fact, it was for the best that they weren't seeing much of each other for the time being. There was at least some breathing space between cases and any calls she had to make to Walter she had Astrid act as a go between. It was better this way all round plus staying away from "Harvard" and the lab and reacquainting herself with her F.B.I office seemed at least some way in keeping any awkwardness away from the whole relationship dynamic between herself, Peter, Walter and Astrid.
The poison in her system burned and there was no cure in sight.
Peter on the other hand had withdrawn to give Olivia some space to try and get herself together. Walter was feeling saddened by the whole situation and understood that now wasn't the time to meddle either in Olivia's or his son's business and watched the whole sorrowful business from the sidelines. Astrid just did her best to keep everyone happy and keep the lines of communication open and kept hope alive in her heart that this could somehow get resolved in time.
Olivia got up from her desk and sighed. Frustration coupled with lack of sleep was taking its toll on her health. On edge and feeling stressed she felt she could take a holiday but then again, the same problems and scenarios would raise their ugly heads and conspire to create what she knew eventually would need closure.
"Damn it!", she pounded her fist on the desk and felt tears sting in her eyes.
"Dunham, I suggest you transfer your energies to the nearest gym than take it out on the furniture. Desks don't hit back".
Broyles softly spoken words of wisdom broke the tension in her body and she ruefully rubbed her fist, "Sorry Sir, I guess I do feel a little stressed out today".
Her superior stood at the doorway and frowned, "You look like hell. Did I not tell you to take as much time as you needed off to process what you've been through these past few months?."
His tone was laced with a mixture of sympathy but also of concern.
"You're a valued team member Dunham, don't beat yourself up over events that you had no way of controlling. Take my advice and don't be so hard on yourself and Peter for that matter".
Olivia bowed her head nodding, "Maybe I should take an extended leave of absence sir."
"That ship has sailed Dunham for the time being." Broyles walked over and placed a folder on her desk. "I need you focused in the here and now. I got handed this mere minutes ago. Seems the CIA and Department of Defence are laying this one on us. They can't make sense of it and we got left holding the baby."
"Sir, if they don't know what to make of something then how are we expected to make any headway?", Olivia picked up the report and started to read it.
"That Agent Dunham, is where Walter Bishop comes in. If anyone can make sense of this, I know that he can." Broyles turned to walk out the door of her office.
His tone softened before he left.
"Dunham," he looked at her intently, " Even I couldn't tell the difference. She had me fooled too.".
Olivia's smile faltered and quickly returned her attention to the folder with the case details before her emotions betrayed her.
"Where the hell is Shelbyville?!" she frowned as she realised that this entailed some kind of time probably in the company of the Bishops.
She followed the printed map details and sighed.
Looks like they were all going on a road trip…
Walter Bishop lay on the leather couch in his private office, a glass filled with greenish liquid sat on the table beside the couch and a battered copy of "The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way Of Knowledge" by Carlos Castaneda lay alongside an old VHS cassette tape.
A contented expression lit up the scientist's features as the music that he was playing was building to the promise of an aural release. The drugs in his system were it seems working in perfect harmony with the piece of music that he had chosen for this trip.
Unfortunately, his beloved turntable was broken but luckily Peter was in the process of fixing it and instead had provided his father with a CD player.
"Son, I appreciate the sentiment but a CD player cannot reproduce the crackle and popping of a piece of vinyl!", Walter was adamant that he needed his beloved vinyl collection was the be all and end all in musical listening.
"Walter!. Why are you SO willing to experiment with all these drugs and yet you stubbornly refuse to even contemplate exploring a CD collection?!".
Peter tried to win him around, "Look think of it as the next theory in the leap of musical evolution!", he cajoled his father by trying to compare music with scientific theory. "First came vinyl….then the Compact Disc!". He held aloft some Cd's in an attempt to sway his opinion.
"Peter. Vinyl is the "Holy Grail" and nothing you can say can sway me!", Walter had then stomped into his office leaving Peter with no choice but to fix his father's turntable.
A short time later, Peter popped his head around the door. "Walter. I'm going to fix your turntable okay?." his tone was gentle, "Look if you want to put these on, I'll leave them here. The CD player is over there in the corner and it's ready to plug in, I'll try and be as quick as I can.".
"Thank you son, I didn't mean to snap at you there," Walter looked up from the couch apologetically and smiled weakly, "I might just listen to these CD's after all."
"It's okay Walter", Peter smiled back and shut the door to give his father some privacy.
Walter smiled, perhaps he had been too quick to pass judgement on the humble Compact Disc. The sounds he was hearing were reminiscent of a bye-gone era but they were infused with a modern twist and he wondered where his son had come across such wonderful music. The sound was Doors-like to begin with but infused with some Indian "Bollywood" type strings and sounding quite unlike anything that he expected from more current and popular music.
"This is the last day in my world.
It's time to go.
The man with x-ray vision
Has come to take me home.
The apple white in his eyes, it beckons deep.
Now it's time to make my way to where I come from.
Yours faithfully.
This is the last day in my world, this is the only escape and it hurts.
It's time to move on, it's time to go where I belong."
The Indian strings just added a depth and perception to his trip that some of his more well trusted "tripping" songs could just not reach and it was SUBLIME!.
Walter licked his lips and chuckled… "Oh my…Oh my.." and giggled like a schoolgirl.
"When all my zip pity has do-dahed away and I turn into the person that I always hate.
Oh giant magnet in the sky won't you please raise up all my hopes
So I can start from scratch.."
Peter was standing outside the door as he heard the lyrics and was about to knock when he decided against it. By the sounds of it, Walter was on something and it could wait.
He turned back towards the way he had come and shook his head.
"My Father.." he muttered and smiled wryly.
Crazy it seemed wouldn't respect peace and quiet, despite having provided his father with some headphones just in case the music got too loud or weird.
From the state of his father's turntable, it looked like the CD player would be here to stay for the time being. The stylus needle was worn down and needed replacing and there were several other nuts and bolts needing tightened and that was just a start!.
Walter's birthday was coming up soon and Peter wanted to buy him a new turntable, but with Walter being Walter and his first reaction to CD's…there was no telling how a brand new state of the art MODERN turntable would go down.
Peter walked by Astrid who was brushing Gene. Gene seemed to be enjoying herself, swishing her tail and chewing away, mooing every so often and nuzzling Astrid from time to time.
The lab seemed an emptier place at the minute. Ever since Olivia had taken to spending more time at F.B.I headquarters, Peter felt at a loose end.
Gone were the days of walking into her office and looking for a sympathetic look or smile as he recounted some crazy thing that Walter had done or cooked up. All he could expect now was a civil working partnership but in other areas of his relationship with Olivia, it was the cold shoulder treatment.
Truthfully, this was killing him. Not just this situation with Olivia but also trying to repair his even more fractured relationship with his father.
Ever since that fateful trip to the alternate universe, Peter felt that he had lost both Olivia and his father. He was making up with Walter in some ways, he knew he wasn't really Walter's son but he was trying to put that in the past and start afresh.
Olivia though…Olivia was a different matter entirely.
Astrid's cell rang and Peter could just make out even weirder sounds coming from his father's office. He tuned into the conversation that Astrid was having to see if he could pick up any clues as to how Olivia's mood was today.
"Okay Olivia…Peter's here…Walter is, um…well ever since his turntable needed fixing", she sighed and smiled at Peter, "Can you make this out…"
A particular piece of music suddenly jarred Astrid's senses as she turned the phone towards the direction of Walter's office and she winced..
"Yeah Olivia…sounds like he is…I'll get Peter to check in on him. He's fixing his turntable as I speak and I hope we can get him back listening to "Violet Sedan Chair" VERY soon!".
She nodded. "Will do Olivia…bye.." and the call ended.
"Let me guess", Peter carefully slid off the old worn stylus from the arm of the record player, "She still won't talk to me."
He laid it down on the worktop and stood with his hands on his hips, "Astrid. How long can this go on for?". He seemed at a loss on how to remedy the situation.
"Peter," Astrid sighed, "She's mad at you, she's hurt and she needs time. Really, I don't want to get involved as it's none of my business but the both of you have been through a trauma." she picked her words carefully.
"She'll come to realise that you're hurting just as much as she is and once she gets the initial anger out her system, I hope that you two could be friends again. I know Walter would like that too."
Astrid grinned, "And so ends the "Farnsworth Relationship Guide" for today".
Peter chuckled, "Astrid, you're wasted in the lab. You sure you don't want to take up relationship counselling full time?!".
"Peter!" Astrid raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "By the way, talking of Olivia, she's coming round in the next hour. Seems we've a case. In Kentucky of all places!".
"Kentucky?", Peter looked confused, "What the hell is so important that they need us there?".
"Hey!, don't shoot the messenger okay?!" protested Astrid, "Besides, she continued to brush Gene's back, "If it gets you and Olivia in the same room at least communicating again, I'm all for it".
"Well, if Olivia's coming then I'd better get Walter prepared and at least partly back into this reality. I just hope whatever he took is starting to wear off. I warned him not to take anything with long lasting effects."
Peter started to tidy away the turntable that he'd taken apart, it would have to wait until the case was closed and he had some spare time to finish it.
"Peter, I hate to bring it up but I heard Walter mention earlier on about a "Castaneda Cocktail" whatever that is" Astrid frowned, "He wouldn't be trying to mix some strange ingredients for a drink again would he?!".
"Oh you HAVE to be kidding me!", Peter stopped in his tracks and rubbed his temples exasperatedly, "Is that what he said?".
"Peter, is that bad?", Astrid put down the brush and looked at Peter concerned, "Maybe I should've distracted him and took him out to the market instead."
"Astrid. You should know by now that when my father gets a thought or idea in his head that NOTHING will distract or deter him from pursuing that goal to its conclusion. You've seen him on "Brown Betty" right?".
"Couldn't forget that one. So it's worse than "Brown Betty"…I never thought that was possible".
" Depending on the dosage, Astrid, we are talking about my father being in "la -la" land for at least a good two to three days. Did he ever tell you about how William Bell and himself started experimenting with this stuff at the very beginning of their friendship?. They bonded in this very University somewhere in the dark recesses of the library discussing Carlos Castaneda's books." Peter explained as he recalled Walter telling him about some of his early escapades with his estranged friend.
"Uh Peter…who exactly is this "Carlos Castaneda" anyway?. Astrid had never heard of the guy, "he sounds way before my time".
"That's another long story Astrid. I'll tell you on the way to Kentucky. Let's say that Walter is a devotee of the guy, he went and experimented with hallucinogenic substances and wrote it all down in a series of books. I guess I should go and sober him up, this could take a while!". Peter briefly tried to explain to Astrid.
"I look forward to hearing more!. Good luck Peter!", she called out after him as he breezed past.
As if on cue Walter suddenly appeared rather unsteady on his feet as Peter was about to knock on the door of his office. He looked drunk but was beaming from ear to ear.
"Walter. You took that cocktail didn't you?" Peter looked disappointedly at his father.
"Son…it was a most WONDERFUL experience. I was reminded of so many forgotten things...but there's a price to pay I'm afraid for my indulgence." Walter suddenly let out a high pitched giggle, "Peter...come here..", he drew his son close.
"Walter!", Peter could smell the remnants of the cocktail on his breath and it was pretty vile, but he held his disgust in check.
"Son…I wouldn't go near the bathroom for the rest of the day if I were you!" Walter whispered in his ear, "I think we should call it a crime scene" and giggled again.
"Okay Walter" Peter grimaced at his father's breath, " We're gonna get you coffee. Lots of coffee and you're gonna get ready for a trip."
"Trip son?!", Walter's face lit up then look puzzled, " But Peter…but I'm already on one!".
Peter hand went to his face. "Ladies and Gentlemen.." he muttered… "My Father!".
"Raymond. It's good to see you again", the man with the scar on his face extended his hand to the Colonel trying to be civil, although he did personally loathe the man.
"I see you have the scars of battle written on your face. Tell me, what of the first test?", replied the veteran colonel as he ignored the man's gesture.
"Always business with you isn't it?". Both men were walking in a warehouse compound out in the desert around 300 miles from the detention centre. The compound was protected by an experimental "shield" which made it virtually undetectable to radar, X-rays, radiation or in fact anything. The men had referred to it as "Big brother" to the little brother of the smaller companion shielding made for military purposes. A human like cloaking device capable of bending light and rendering them invisible and able to move unseen in and out of buildings at will. A most useful piece of technology which for the line of work these people were involved in which was not in the interests for anyone but themselves and their cause.
"Very well. Kentucky was a success and we've at least three more events to come. The serum works well with my "students" and I forsee that acquiring the last piece of the puzzle may not be a problem. I have started preparations for the final event and I think we shall be successful."
The colonel stopped walking and faced the other man.
"You have the "Tin Man" personnel here as requested too?."
"Yes, you'll find at least a couple of the soldiers involved in the original programme here in the compound along with the remainder of the Iraqi doctors. The third doctor was unfortunate in that he did not want to participate any further in the programme".
"Unfortunate indeed, but I trust he was taken care of?"
"Very much so", the man grinned in reply.
"The second event then is ready?."
"Waiting on your orders, I took the liberty of holding the test back as you'd wish to see one of my students in action. I can assure you, they are most impressive. The results from the first event are quite.."
Before he could finish, the colonel angrily faced his companion.
"I couldn't care less for those freaks of yours and your cause!", he hissed, "Remember if it wasn't for your family connections I would've thrown you back out onto the streets when you tracked me down and begged me to give you a chance to continue in your cause!".
The man with the scar stiffened and his eyes grew cold, "Colonel, we may not like each other but our cause is mutual. Those "freaks" as you call them are the key to our success and I would hope that you will show them some respect. Remember that they are already powerful but with your serum…they rival the gods themselves."
Colonel Gordon gritted his teeth, "Very well Jones, I'll be respectful to your "students" in future, but once we have what we both want, our association will be at an end. Agreed?".
Rob Jones looked at the Colonel, "Agreed. Oh and Raymond, I'm sure that you won't mind myself assigning you one of my "students", just to see that everything is running smoothly and that we have no further "communication problems". I know how you like to work things differently from myself and I do like to be kept "in the loop"."
Gordon shifted uncomfortably.
"Excellent!. Now Raymond, you must excuse me but I must go and attend to some pressing business. There's some information that I need to plant and the results should bear fruit very shortly!" Jones took leave of his companion to head back into the compound.
Colonel Gordon watched Rob Jones go.
"Damn that bastard!. He's as mad as the elder Jones and as devious as his mother!", he swore under his breath.
Unfortunately both of them needed to work together on this particular project and as much as Gordon was used to working alone, he knew that making an enemy of anyone from the Jones family was career suicide.
Like it or not. This was no deal which either of them could afford to break.
Okay, that wraps up the first act. I'll try to keep the notes short on each chapter and get to the point.
Firstly: Sorry "Fringe" and "Dawson's Creek" creators and writers, I'm borrowing the characters again for a second outing. Hope you don't mind. I know I don't own 'em but they need an adventure or two every so often!.
Secondly: Books which came handy in writing this chapter and subsequent ones to follow:
Carlos Castaneda: "The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge". Also "Blue Highways: A Journey Into America" by William Least Heat-Moon.
Must add the magazine that came in weekly parts called "THE X FACTOR" circa mid 90's (I used to collect it weekly) which has zilch to do with talent shows and everything paranormal and weird happenings. You'll see why soon!.
Finally and Most importantly of all…MUSIC.
Okay then, I've decided to put some Scottish artists and music lyrics in this story and again as an added disclaimer…I never wrote any of these lyrics and only wish to acknowledge the wonderful hearts and minds who wrote and performed them and share it with others who may not know the work of my fellow Scots. Some songs you may know, most you may not.
If you want to check them out further, I think "YOUTUBE" is the wisest source of sound and vision. Just type up the song and artist and it should hopefully be okay. So here's the list so far..
EDWYN COLLINS: "A Girl Like You" ( shout out to a fellow fan fic writer of the same name who writes wonderful stories!).
EURYTHMICS: "You Have Placed A Chill In My Heart".
HIGH FIDELITY: "Odyessy Of A Psychonaut" ( You should check out their first Cd, "Demonstration", it's something I think Walter would've enjoyed to the max!.).
Oh yeah, also non-Scots artists also might pop up too..
"Feelin' Good" lyric comes from the song by Nina Simone and the lyric in the main intro title is from Ella Fitzgerald and a song called "Let's Do It".
This story is a bit darker than the previous one and mentions lots about subjects that might not get touched upon in your average story so I've upped the rating on it just to be on the safe side. Better to read the previous story I wrote which was "Fusion" and it sets the scene for this one.
Oh and I forgot to mention this takes place Season Three Of "Fringe", after "Marionette" but before "6b" and proving that in the first story I could put "Dawson's Creek" into "Fringe" now I'm trying to reverse the theory and put a "Fringe" twist into "Dawson's Creek". I'm trying to do something a bit different here, bear with me, it's an on-going process…
That's this week's chapter, hope you enjoyed it. Back soon…
PROGENESIS: Crossing The Styx. Chapter One.
"It's a New Dawn…"