Episode Fifty-Five

"You Asked"

Xar's head was spinning. "Wait just one minute here."

"Alter our course more east," Taram instructed. Snowball batted at the helm of the boat and it shifted direction.

"We're looking for an island that's in the Bermuda Triangle, and it's location varies," Xar restated.

"That would be correct," Snowball replied, looking out the forward winodw again.

Xar shook his head. He just couldn't get it. "How is that possible?"

Taram looked over at Xar. "Your daughter's body is possessed by a demonic being while her mind is in your neighbor's cat and you're talking to a cormorant. Would you like to ask that question again?"

Xar paused and realized that there was a point to be made there. "So what is this Island? What makes you think they can help?" He asked, moving on, having decided thinking hurt.

"Cuz thats what She told me," Snowball told her father.

Xar frowned. "Who is She?"

Taram spoke before Snowball could reply. His feathers were ruffled and he was scanning the horizon behind them. "We're being followed."

Meanwhile, in Sydney

The red pillar of smoke continued to billow and swirl upwards towards the heavens. Jorge of Nine stood watching as the heathens scattered in panic and fear. Did they not understand that this symbol was to alert the Ancient Ones that he had arrived at his destined spot and was about to begin his task?

Jorge shook his head turned to look across the way. Behind him the opera house continued to burn and smoke, but Jorge ignored this, now paying attention to the oncoming law enforcement officers. He smiled. They would make good missionaries if they proved worthy. If not, well they could still prove useful in other ways.

Meanwhile, in New York City

Ziv sat and stared ahead in shock as Journey wiped the spilt milk off the table. "They want me dead? Why do they want me dead?"

"Let me see if I can explain this," Journey replied as he pulled continued to wipe. "We don't know everything about the Gemini yet, as was mentioned to you earlier, but what we do know is that there is a Good Twin and a Bad Twin."

"And I'm the Good Twin?" Ziv asked.

Journey looked at him with a wry expression. "Have you met your brother?"

Ziv conceded. "Good point."

"The thing is, the Others believe that you two are somehow inherently bonded with the balance of the universe," Journey explained, walking back to the sink. "If one of you dies, the other side gets stronger."

"What does that mean?" Ziv asked, clutching his cookie.

Journey rinsed the washcloth in the sink. "If they kill you, the Good Twin, the Darkness will take over."

Ziv took it in. "The Others believe that."

Journey nodded. "Yeah."

Ziv thought for a moment, watching the younger boy. "Do you?"

Journey turned back around to look at Ziv. "I've seen too much not to."

Ziv nodded in understanding, then frowned in confusion. "How old are you?"

Journey smiled. "About nine."

To Be Continued...