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A Rainy Night
When Randy emerged from the darkness, he saw himself upon a rooftop, one most Georgian in appearance. This certainly was not Norrisville. Where was he? Or perhaps it was not where? When was he? If this was truly the Norrisville between 1714 to the American Revolution, then perhaps he could find help from the Ninja of this time.
It was a rainy night, lit by the full moon. There was not a cloud in the sky, save for in the distance. None above, only far away. It was like a horror film or something… or a nightmare.
"Come now, Ninja." Said the familiar voice. "No time for enjoying the view."
"Who are you?" Randy inquired. "Why do I recognize your voice? Are you an ally? An enemy? Someone neutral?"
"Now, now that would be spoiling the surprise." Spoiling the surprise. After this Randy would not be surprised if he was ever surprised again… If there even was an after this.
It was not even a second later that a scream pierced the air. It was the scream of a girl there was no mistake and yet… There was something familiar about it. Could the scream of one girl be any different than that of another? Well, yes, but why should the scream of a girl in what seemed to be Georgian era America, pre-revolution America, be familiar?
Leaping across rooftops, Randy soon found his answer. Hanging on to a church's gargoyle was Theresa, not someone who looked like her, but the actual Theresa Fowler, baton twirler uniform, preferred hair style and everything.
How? Randy was more confused than anything else. Under normal circumstances, he would have been worried for Theresa, quick to come to her rescue, but this was… He couldn't make any sense of what was going on. Where was he?
"What is going on here?" Randy asked. "That is not… some girl I don't know of."
"Oh, but you do, Randy." Said the voice and that was a moment that a shiver ran up Randy's spine.
"How do you—"
"Know your name?" The voice gave a chuckle. "There is nothing I don't know about you. I am after all, your worst fear."
"What? A giant chicken? That is my old fear." Randy uttered, not the least surprised that someone would use the cliché line of referring to himself as the Ninja's worst fear. "Who are you?"
"Can't you guess?"
Groaning in annoyance, Randy exclaimed: "Enough! No more cliches in this bizarre dream world! Tell me who you are!"
"You only need to look behind you."