Vicki sat in her apartment, trying to sort throught the past couple of months. While deep in thought, there was knock at her door, she jumped.
She padded quietly to the door and peeped out-great, Mike.
She opened the door, "Well, to what do I owe this late night visit? Come to tell me something I've done wrong again or rag on Henry..." before she could finish, he interrupted her..."Vicki, I need your help."
She was taken aback, "YOU? The great detective needs MY help?'' She laughed, "Thats, that's a twist. This I gotta hear." She motioned him to come in and sit down.
"Beer?" she asked, he shook his head no. He looked tense, serious.
"What is it Mike? I don't know when or if I've ever seen you like this." She sat down beside him on the couch and he put his head in his hands, rubbing them through his curly blonde hair.
"Vicki, I don't know where to start, this is going to sound so...strange," she raised her eyebrows.
"Something is going to sound strange to me? Riiiight." She leaned back against her couch, curling her feet up underneath her.
He began with a dream he had the night before. It involved a man, or what he thought was a man. The man was tall, slight of build, muscled but not too muscled, dark hair, dark eyes. The man had a weird feel, "You know, like a heavyness or something." Vicki could tell this was upsetting Mike, just talking about it.
"Anyway, I really didn't think much of it until today, at the station." He finished.
"What happened today at the station? Did he magically appear?" Vicki asked.
Mike answered rather shortly, "Yeah, as a matter of fact he did! Now what I thought was, that maybe I had seen him there before, but when I checked, he had never been there before."
"How do you know that?" she asked. Mike rolled his eyes, "He said his name was John Smith, very convenient I thought so I looked him up with the date of birth, social, etc. nothing under those numbers, NOTHING."
Vicki was still confused, but she could see that Mike was starting to get edgy. He got up and began pacing as he was talking.
"How is it that I can help? What is so strange about this man?"
Mike didn't know how to say it so he just said it, "Vicki, it's death and he's come for me." Vicki almost laughed out loud until she saw his face.
''You're serious aren't you? You believe he is death." Vicki searched his face for a reaction.
"I KNOW he is, I just know OKAY?!" he nearly spit out the last word at her.
"Okay, Okay, settle down. Now, I've had stranger things or at least, pretty strange so let's just figure this out. What makes you so sure he's death and that he's come for you?"
Mike looked completely serious and said, "He said, "I"m death and I"ve come for you." Vicki just stared at him and wondered whether or not she should have him examined. She decided to call Henry over. Mike was not happy with that at all but she knew Henry would be able to sense if Mike really believed this or not or maybe if there was something IN Mike that they needed to get out.
If death had come for Mike, how was Vicki going to stop this?