Title - Wake To This Nightmare
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG-13
Spoilers - Up to beginning of Season 8
Keywords - Mulder/Scully romance
Summary - Scully sinks deeper and deeper into a depression as the hunt for
Mulder seems to wind to an unsuccessful conclusion. As she struggles to hang on
to hope, Mulder awakens to a life he doesn't remember and faces his own
struggles to maintain his grip on reality.
Disclaimer - Most of these characters aren't mine. You know that. And I know
that. They're property of someone else and used without permission strictly for
entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 7
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Mulder watches the door until he's sure Diana's gone before turning back to his
new companion.
"Alright. Who are you really and what do you want with me?" Mulder asks him
point blank.
"Calm down, Agent Mulder," Doggett says, pulling out his badge. "Special Agent
John Doggett. I'm out here with Agent Scully's brother. We're here to help you
get home."
"What about Emily?" Mulder panics.
"She's fine," Bill says, walking up behind Mulder. Doggett slides over further
into the booth to make room for Bill. "But she made me promise to bring you
home. Both she and my sister are anxiously awaiting your arrival."
"They're okay?" Mulder sighs, relieved to know it for certain.
"Just missing you, Sir," Doggett adds. "Which is why we have to get you home."
He reaches behind his back and pulls an envelope out of his pocket, tossing it
across the table to Mulder.
"What's this?" Mulder asks, opening the envelope and pulling out some papers.
"Brief dossiers on yourself and on Special Agent Diana Fowley. I figured you'd
want to be informed about yourself and the work you used to do. Also, this
sheet lists a rundown on what Agent Fowley has been doing since her supposed
death 2 years ago. This will help us figure out how to get her out of the way
to make your return possible."
The men sit in silence, slowly sipping their drinks while Mulder reads through
the information.
"This woman really was my wife?" Mulder asks with some surprise.
"Right after you got out of the academy, you two had a fling. You got married.
She left a few months later. Soon after that, Agent Scully came to be your
partner," Doggett explains.
"How could I have forgotten my entire life?" Mulder sighs. "What did Diana let
those people do to me?"
"We don't know," Doggett admits honestly. "But we will figure it out. We both
made a promise to Agent Scully and that little girl that we'd bring you home.
And that's not a promise that either of us plans on breaking."
Bill nods in agreement. His sister was incomplete without this man. It took him
long enough to see it, but now that he did, he'd do anything to reunite the two.
"But before I go back, I have to make sure that Diana is out of our lives for
good. I can't risk her coming back to hurt us," Mulder vows. "We have to find
a way to stop whatever it is she's planning with me. Actually, we have to find
out who she's working for and stop them. According to these files, she's never
been the one in charge. There's no reason to believe otherwise in this case."
"Do you have any idea who that could be?" Doggett asks. "Have you seen her meet
with anyone? Does she have an office or something?"
"No. Unless it's at the house somewhere. She's been hovering over me since I
woke up a month ago. The only time she's not around is when I'm with Emily.
She says she has important calls to make," Mulder says.
"Probably calling her boss," Bill guesses.
"Okay, let's go back to what you said about her hovering since you woke up. Did
you wake up at the house or at a hospital?" Doggett questions, his mind trying
to pick on any little thing they could use.
"I was in the house. Which means I had probably been there a while. Quite
possibly the entire time I've been missing," Mulder realizes. "But why would
they keep me in a bedroom in a house in the middle of a tiny west coast town for
months?"
"Maybe they didn't keep you in the bedroom the entire time," Bill suggests.
"I think you're onto something, Bill," Doggett joins in. "Like you said, Agent
Mulder. Why would they keep you there? Unless they were using you for
something. Your memory is gone, so it's likely they took it somehow. They
probably have some kind of clinic or lab nearby."
"And Emily was probably brought there to keep you in line in case whatever they
did to you didn't work," Bill interjects with his own theory. "Because they
don't seem too concerned about her disappearance. She must not have been vital
to the plan. You said yourself that Agent Fowley's been filling your head with
all kinds of false memories. She's telling you what she wants you to believe.
She's telling you what she wants you to remember in order to get you ready for
whatever they're planning to do with you."
"So it's possible that the answers have been right under my nose this whole
time," Mulder concludes. "I've got to get back to that house and search it from
top to bottom. You're probably right about the lab or something in the house or
someplace nearby. I have a feeling that there's something there to explain this
whole mess."
"Alright, we'll all go," Doggett decides. "You get started. Then tonight after
Diana's asleep, we'll come in and help you search."
* * * * * * * * * *
Scully wanders around the house, rubbing the sore spot on her side where the
baby kept on kicking. She roams through the kitchen, not really looking for
anything to eat, but reaching into the fridge anyway to try to find something to
settle her stomach. Her hand shoots to her side again and a grimace crosses her
face, alarming her mother somewhat.
"Still kicking?" she asks her daughter.
"This baby is so active tonight for some reason," Scully says. "He just won't
settle down."
"Here," her mother offers, holding out a cup of tea. "I can't promise it's a
miracle cure, but it'll relax you." Scully takes the cup with a smile and sits
at the table across from her mother. They sit in silence for a few minutes,
neither of them wanting to bring up what was at the forefront of both their
minds.
"I found out I was pregnant with Bill after your father had left for his first
long tour after we got married," Mrs. Scully suddenly starts, her daughter
surprised at the odd comment. "I won't presume that I know what you're going
through, but . . . "
"Mom, it's not that simple with me and Mulder," Scully sighs. "You and Daddy
were together and married. You two knew you loved each other and were embarking
on this life together."
"You may not have said those words to him, Dana. But you can't tell me that
there isn't just as much love between you and Fox as there was between your
father and I. This baby was conceived in that love. And I know that love will
bring him home to you." She looks over at her daughter. She looked resigned.
Not so much sad and depressed anymore, but resigned that life without her love
was a very real possibility.
"I want to believe I'll see him again. I want to believe he'll be back to help
me raise our children. But what if he's not, Mom? What if these kids never get
to know their father?" Scully sighs, too tired for any more tears.
"I know you're scared," her mother cries, wiping away her own tears. "And I
wish I could say something to reassure you."
"Mom, you've been great. I don't know what I would have done this last month
without you. Or even the past few days, being thrust into motherhood with
Emily's arrival." A sound from upstairs alarms both the women. "Seems like
both my children are having trouble sleeping tonight," Scully comments before
wearily making her way up to Emily.
Emily lay on the bed, crying out in her sleep. She wasn't quite awake so Scully
silently sat on the bed next to the girl, stroking her hair and rubbing her back
until she settled down. Emily turns in her sleep and latches on tightly to
Scully. She seemed to be shaking with fear. At the same time, the baby started
to do what Scully could only describe as flip flops in her stomach. That's when
Scully knew. Her children were sensing something. A feeling of dread so heavy
fell on her heart and she knew what it was. Something was very, very wrong with
Mulder. The kids could feel it. She could feel it. But the tears began to
stream down her face as she realized there was nothing she could do about it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mulder returns to the house just in time to see two men in dark suits leaving.
Their sudden appearance is a bit of a shock to him and he turns quickly to make
sure the car Doggett and Bill are sitting in isn't visible from the door. The
last thing he needs is Diana getting suspicious at this point in time.
"You must be the detectives," Mulder says, blocking the doorway. "I'm sorry I'm
so late. I didn't know you'd be here this early."
"Fox, the detectives have to go. I gave them all the information about Emily,"
Diana claims, pulling Mulder out of the way to allow the detectives passage.
"They'll call us in the morning if there's any news."
"That's right, Mr. Mulder. The best thing for you to do is sit tight. We'll
find your little girl," the detective on the left says. He flashes the couple a
phony smile and turns to leave. Mulder closes the door behind them, trying to
quickly come up with a way to search the house without Diana knowing.
"You know, Honey, I'm kind of wiped out. Why don't you go get ready for bed.
I'll be there soon," he says, almost choking over the term of endearment.
"You're coming with me?" Diana asks excitedly. "To bed with me? Before you
said that . . . "
"I know what I said. But tonight is different. With Emily being gone, I think
we should be there to comfort each other," he lies easily, praying earnestly
that he wouldn't have to go through with his promises. The thought of being in
the same room with this woman, let alone in the same bed, was enough to turn his
stomach.
"Give me a little time," she says with a big smile. "I want to make things
special for you."
"Take your time. I'll bring something for us to drink," Mulder offers. 'Spiked
with sleeping pills', he adds silently as she eagerly runs up the stairs. A
genuine smile crosses his face. Diana won't even know what hit her.
He hears the shower start and goes to get the drinks ready. The first stop is
the downstairs bathroom. He opens the medicine cabinet and finds the bottle of
sleeping pills. The next stop is the wine cellar, where he picks out a random
bottle of wine. He drops a half a bottle of the pills in there to give them
time to dissolve. The pill bottle slips from his hand, causing a few pills to
roll under the table. As he's picking them up, his hand sweeps across a bump on
the floor concealed by the carpet. Moving the rug out of the way reveals a trap
door leading down into another sublevel of the house.
"Unbelievable," he whispers to himself. "It really was right under my nose this
whole time." Mulder looks around the cellar and finds a flashlight on the
shelf. Clicking it on, he shines it down the stairs and begins his descent.
* * * * * * * * * *
Doggett and Bill watch from across the street, ducking down when the two men in
suits leave the house. Assuming that they're detectives calling about the
kidnapping, Doggett doesn't pay much attention to them. They stand in the
doorway a few minutes before Diana pulls Mulder inside and closes the door.
Expecting them to get in their car and leave, Doggett is surprised to see the
blond haired man go around to the side of the house.
"What's he doing?" he mumbles out loud, causing Bill to look out the window
himself. The other man, a light complexioned black man with his long dread
locks pulled neatly back in a ponytail, goes to the car and starts it, creeping
around to wait on his partner.
"Looks like he's fiddling with something," Bill guesses. "It's so dark. I
can't really tell."
"I don't like it," Doggett grunts. He pulls out his phone and tosses it across
the seat to Bill. "Call the cops and tell them you've seen some strange
characters lurking around the neighborhood. They'll probably send a unit out to
check it out. We don't want to alert the whole calvary right now."
He gets his gun and eases out of the door, trying to remain unnoticed by either
of the men. Slowly he makes his way towards the house and waits on the other
side of the wall where the man was standing. Flipping off the safety, he holds
the gun out with a flashlight and calls to him.
"FBI. Step out with your hands up," he orders. The man hurries with a few more
movements that Doggett cannot see. Doggett lets his gun lead him around the
corner until he's standing just behind the man. "I said, step out with your
hands up."
"You're too late," the man snarls with a slight european accent as he complies
with Doggett's orders. "And if you knew what was best for you, you'll let me by
or we're both dead."
"I can't do that, Sir," Doggett tells him. "This is the last time I'm going to
tell you. Step out where I can see you. Keep your hands up." The man takes
one step and stops again. At that moment, a squealing of tires sounds as a car
races down the street. A look of panic crosses the man's face and Doggett turns
in time to see the black man in the car rushing off in the other direction.
That was just the distraction the blond needed. He charged Doggett, knocking
him off his feet and takes off in the same direction as the car, trying
desperately to catch his partner. Or to get away from something, Doggett
hypothesizes. But he doesn't have time to wonder what that something could be.
He quickly scrambles to his feet and chases the man, stopping when he reaches
the sidewalk in front of the house, knowing he'll never catch him. Instead, he
carefully aims and sends a bullet into the man's leg, effectively stopping his
retreat.
Doggett jogs up to his writhing form and kneels next to him, checking his vitals
to make sure the man wasn't mortally wounded. He was surprised to see the man
attempting to drag his body down the street, desperately trying to get away from
the house. That's when it all begins to click. The accomplice leaving behind
his partner more than likely feared something more than being caught. This
man's attempts to get away from the house despite a gunshot wound. And his
cryptic warning a few minutes earlier. '. . . let me by or we're both dead.'
"What did you do?" Doggett screams to the man on the ground next to him,
realizing that something bad was about to happen. "What are you trying to get
away from? What's about to happen?"
The answer to his question comes in the next second. A strange calm falls. It
was if time suddenly stopped for one brief moment. Doggett could literally feel
his blood run cold the split second before his world was suddenly bathed in
fire. The brilliant heat engulfed the house before he actually heard the
explosion. The sheer force of it all knocks him back, slamming his head into
the street beneath him. A siren in the distance is the last thing he hears
before the darkness over takes him.
To be continued . . .
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG-13
Spoilers - Up to beginning of Season 8
Keywords - Mulder/Scully romance
Summary - Scully sinks deeper and deeper into a depression as the hunt for
Mulder seems to wind to an unsuccessful conclusion. As she struggles to hang on
to hope, Mulder awakens to a life he doesn't remember and faces his own
struggles to maintain his grip on reality.
Disclaimer - Most of these characters aren't mine. You know that. And I know
that. They're property of someone else and used without permission strictly for
entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 7
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Mulder watches the door until he's sure Diana's gone before turning back to his
new companion.
"Alright. Who are you really and what do you want with me?" Mulder asks him
point blank.
"Calm down, Agent Mulder," Doggett says, pulling out his badge. "Special Agent
John Doggett. I'm out here with Agent Scully's brother. We're here to help you
get home."
"What about Emily?" Mulder panics.
"She's fine," Bill says, walking up behind Mulder. Doggett slides over further
into the booth to make room for Bill. "But she made me promise to bring you
home. Both she and my sister are anxiously awaiting your arrival."
"They're okay?" Mulder sighs, relieved to know it for certain.
"Just missing you, Sir," Doggett adds. "Which is why we have to get you home."
He reaches behind his back and pulls an envelope out of his pocket, tossing it
across the table to Mulder.
"What's this?" Mulder asks, opening the envelope and pulling out some papers.
"Brief dossiers on yourself and on Special Agent Diana Fowley. I figured you'd
want to be informed about yourself and the work you used to do. Also, this
sheet lists a rundown on what Agent Fowley has been doing since her supposed
death 2 years ago. This will help us figure out how to get her out of the way
to make your return possible."
The men sit in silence, slowly sipping their drinks while Mulder reads through
the information.
"This woman really was my wife?" Mulder asks with some surprise.
"Right after you got out of the academy, you two had a fling. You got married.
She left a few months later. Soon after that, Agent Scully came to be your
partner," Doggett explains.
"How could I have forgotten my entire life?" Mulder sighs. "What did Diana let
those people do to me?"
"We don't know," Doggett admits honestly. "But we will figure it out. We both
made a promise to Agent Scully and that little girl that we'd bring you home.
And that's not a promise that either of us plans on breaking."
Bill nods in agreement. His sister was incomplete without this man. It took him
long enough to see it, but now that he did, he'd do anything to reunite the two.
"But before I go back, I have to make sure that Diana is out of our lives for
good. I can't risk her coming back to hurt us," Mulder vows. "We have to find
a way to stop whatever it is she's planning with me. Actually, we have to find
out who she's working for and stop them. According to these files, she's never
been the one in charge. There's no reason to believe otherwise in this case."
"Do you have any idea who that could be?" Doggett asks. "Have you seen her meet
with anyone? Does she have an office or something?"
"No. Unless it's at the house somewhere. She's been hovering over me since I
woke up a month ago. The only time she's not around is when I'm with Emily.
She says she has important calls to make," Mulder says.
"Probably calling her boss," Bill guesses.
"Okay, let's go back to what you said about her hovering since you woke up. Did
you wake up at the house or at a hospital?" Doggett questions, his mind trying
to pick on any little thing they could use.
"I was in the house. Which means I had probably been there a while. Quite
possibly the entire time I've been missing," Mulder realizes. "But why would
they keep me in a bedroom in a house in the middle of a tiny west coast town for
months?"
"Maybe they didn't keep you in the bedroom the entire time," Bill suggests.
"I think you're onto something, Bill," Doggett joins in. "Like you said, Agent
Mulder. Why would they keep you there? Unless they were using you for
something. Your memory is gone, so it's likely they took it somehow. They
probably have some kind of clinic or lab nearby."
"And Emily was probably brought there to keep you in line in case whatever they
did to you didn't work," Bill interjects with his own theory. "Because they
don't seem too concerned about her disappearance. She must not have been vital
to the plan. You said yourself that Agent Fowley's been filling your head with
all kinds of false memories. She's telling you what she wants you to believe.
She's telling you what she wants you to remember in order to get you ready for
whatever they're planning to do with you."
"So it's possible that the answers have been right under my nose this whole
time," Mulder concludes. "I've got to get back to that house and search it from
top to bottom. You're probably right about the lab or something in the house or
someplace nearby. I have a feeling that there's something there to explain this
whole mess."
"Alright, we'll all go," Doggett decides. "You get started. Then tonight after
Diana's asleep, we'll come in and help you search."
* * * * * * * * * *
Scully wanders around the house, rubbing the sore spot on her side where the
baby kept on kicking. She roams through the kitchen, not really looking for
anything to eat, but reaching into the fridge anyway to try to find something to
settle her stomach. Her hand shoots to her side again and a grimace crosses her
face, alarming her mother somewhat.
"Still kicking?" she asks her daughter.
"This baby is so active tonight for some reason," Scully says. "He just won't
settle down."
"Here," her mother offers, holding out a cup of tea. "I can't promise it's a
miracle cure, but it'll relax you." Scully takes the cup with a smile and sits
at the table across from her mother. They sit in silence for a few minutes,
neither of them wanting to bring up what was at the forefront of both their
minds.
"I found out I was pregnant with Bill after your father had left for his first
long tour after we got married," Mrs. Scully suddenly starts, her daughter
surprised at the odd comment. "I won't presume that I know what you're going
through, but . . . "
"Mom, it's not that simple with me and Mulder," Scully sighs. "You and Daddy
were together and married. You two knew you loved each other and were embarking
on this life together."
"You may not have said those words to him, Dana. But you can't tell me that
there isn't just as much love between you and Fox as there was between your
father and I. This baby was conceived in that love. And I know that love will
bring him home to you." She looks over at her daughter. She looked resigned.
Not so much sad and depressed anymore, but resigned that life without her love
was a very real possibility.
"I want to believe I'll see him again. I want to believe he'll be back to help
me raise our children. But what if he's not, Mom? What if these kids never get
to know their father?" Scully sighs, too tired for any more tears.
"I know you're scared," her mother cries, wiping away her own tears. "And I
wish I could say something to reassure you."
"Mom, you've been great. I don't know what I would have done this last month
without you. Or even the past few days, being thrust into motherhood with
Emily's arrival." A sound from upstairs alarms both the women. "Seems like
both my children are having trouble sleeping tonight," Scully comments before
wearily making her way up to Emily.
Emily lay on the bed, crying out in her sleep. She wasn't quite awake so Scully
silently sat on the bed next to the girl, stroking her hair and rubbing her back
until she settled down. Emily turns in her sleep and latches on tightly to
Scully. She seemed to be shaking with fear. At the same time, the baby started
to do what Scully could only describe as flip flops in her stomach. That's when
Scully knew. Her children were sensing something. A feeling of dread so heavy
fell on her heart and she knew what it was. Something was very, very wrong with
Mulder. The kids could feel it. She could feel it. But the tears began to
stream down her face as she realized there was nothing she could do about it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mulder returns to the house just in time to see two men in dark suits leaving.
Their sudden appearance is a bit of a shock to him and he turns quickly to make
sure the car Doggett and Bill are sitting in isn't visible from the door. The
last thing he needs is Diana getting suspicious at this point in time.
"You must be the detectives," Mulder says, blocking the doorway. "I'm sorry I'm
so late. I didn't know you'd be here this early."
"Fox, the detectives have to go. I gave them all the information about Emily,"
Diana claims, pulling Mulder out of the way to allow the detectives passage.
"They'll call us in the morning if there's any news."
"That's right, Mr. Mulder. The best thing for you to do is sit tight. We'll
find your little girl," the detective on the left says. He flashes the couple a
phony smile and turns to leave. Mulder closes the door behind them, trying to
quickly come up with a way to search the house without Diana knowing.
"You know, Honey, I'm kind of wiped out. Why don't you go get ready for bed.
I'll be there soon," he says, almost choking over the term of endearment.
"You're coming with me?" Diana asks excitedly. "To bed with me? Before you
said that . . . "
"I know what I said. But tonight is different. With Emily being gone, I think
we should be there to comfort each other," he lies easily, praying earnestly
that he wouldn't have to go through with his promises. The thought of being in
the same room with this woman, let alone in the same bed, was enough to turn his
stomach.
"Give me a little time," she says with a big smile. "I want to make things
special for you."
"Take your time. I'll bring something for us to drink," Mulder offers. 'Spiked
with sleeping pills', he adds silently as she eagerly runs up the stairs. A
genuine smile crosses his face. Diana won't even know what hit her.
He hears the shower start and goes to get the drinks ready. The first stop is
the downstairs bathroom. He opens the medicine cabinet and finds the bottle of
sleeping pills. The next stop is the wine cellar, where he picks out a random
bottle of wine. He drops a half a bottle of the pills in there to give them
time to dissolve. The pill bottle slips from his hand, causing a few pills to
roll under the table. As he's picking them up, his hand sweeps across a bump on
the floor concealed by the carpet. Moving the rug out of the way reveals a trap
door leading down into another sublevel of the house.
"Unbelievable," he whispers to himself. "It really was right under my nose this
whole time." Mulder looks around the cellar and finds a flashlight on the
shelf. Clicking it on, he shines it down the stairs and begins his descent.
* * * * * * * * * *
Doggett and Bill watch from across the street, ducking down when the two men in
suits leave the house. Assuming that they're detectives calling about the
kidnapping, Doggett doesn't pay much attention to them. They stand in the
doorway a few minutes before Diana pulls Mulder inside and closes the door.
Expecting them to get in their car and leave, Doggett is surprised to see the
blond haired man go around to the side of the house.
"What's he doing?" he mumbles out loud, causing Bill to look out the window
himself. The other man, a light complexioned black man with his long dread
locks pulled neatly back in a ponytail, goes to the car and starts it, creeping
around to wait on his partner.
"Looks like he's fiddling with something," Bill guesses. "It's so dark. I
can't really tell."
"I don't like it," Doggett grunts. He pulls out his phone and tosses it across
the seat to Bill. "Call the cops and tell them you've seen some strange
characters lurking around the neighborhood. They'll probably send a unit out to
check it out. We don't want to alert the whole calvary right now."
He gets his gun and eases out of the door, trying to remain unnoticed by either
of the men. Slowly he makes his way towards the house and waits on the other
side of the wall where the man was standing. Flipping off the safety, he holds
the gun out with a flashlight and calls to him.
"FBI. Step out with your hands up," he orders. The man hurries with a few more
movements that Doggett cannot see. Doggett lets his gun lead him around the
corner until he's standing just behind the man. "I said, step out with your
hands up."
"You're too late," the man snarls with a slight european accent as he complies
with Doggett's orders. "And if you knew what was best for you, you'll let me by
or we're both dead."
"I can't do that, Sir," Doggett tells him. "This is the last time I'm going to
tell you. Step out where I can see you. Keep your hands up." The man takes
one step and stops again. At that moment, a squealing of tires sounds as a car
races down the street. A look of panic crosses the man's face and Doggett turns
in time to see the black man in the car rushing off in the other direction.
That was just the distraction the blond needed. He charged Doggett, knocking
him off his feet and takes off in the same direction as the car, trying
desperately to catch his partner. Or to get away from something, Doggett
hypothesizes. But he doesn't have time to wonder what that something could be.
He quickly scrambles to his feet and chases the man, stopping when he reaches
the sidewalk in front of the house, knowing he'll never catch him. Instead, he
carefully aims and sends a bullet into the man's leg, effectively stopping his
retreat.
Doggett jogs up to his writhing form and kneels next to him, checking his vitals
to make sure the man wasn't mortally wounded. He was surprised to see the man
attempting to drag his body down the street, desperately trying to get away from
the house. That's when it all begins to click. The accomplice leaving behind
his partner more than likely feared something more than being caught. This
man's attempts to get away from the house despite a gunshot wound. And his
cryptic warning a few minutes earlier. '. . . let me by or we're both dead.'
"What did you do?" Doggett screams to the man on the ground next to him,
realizing that something bad was about to happen. "What are you trying to get
away from? What's about to happen?"
The answer to his question comes in the next second. A strange calm falls. It
was if time suddenly stopped for one brief moment. Doggett could literally feel
his blood run cold the split second before his world was suddenly bathed in
fire. The brilliant heat engulfed the house before he actually heard the
explosion. The sheer force of it all knocks him back, slamming his head into
the street beneath him. A siren in the distance is the last thing he hears
before the darkness over takes him.
To be continued . . .