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Chapter 2
Johnny watched as Bruce placed two mats on the floor on the study. He wasn't in the humour for therapy today but knew that the physical therapist wouldn't let him get away with it. "Ok. So thirty minutes on the bike and then we'll do some Yoga." Johnny looked a little uncomfortable at the mention of Yoga. "Isn't Yoga where you have to sit with your legs behind your ears.or something like that? I don't think." Bruce chuckled knowing that Johnny wouldn't be keen on it. "Well that's a little advanced but Yoga can balance the mind and the body so coupled with the Biofeedback you might be able to get the visions under control." "It's these latest visions that puzzle me," replied Johnny. "So you saw almost the same thing with Dana?" Johnny sat on the bike and startled to peddle. "It was a little different but yeah." Bruce sat on one of the mats with a clipboard in his hand. He marked something on the clipboard and then looked at Johnny. "So you've no idea where all this takes place?" Johnny stopped peddling but saw the glare from Bruce so he started to peddle again. He shook his head. "I don't have the time or location this time." "I guess you'll just have to wait and see when the vision is complete." "Yeah, but Bruce.what if it's too late." Johnny stopped peddling. He had a troubled look on his face. Bruce let a small sigh escape from his lips. "If it is it's not your fault." Johnny got down off the bike and picked up the towel that was on the back of the bike. A look of irritation flitted across Bruce's face as he followed him out the door. "You're not finished." "I have to find the location!"
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Dana filed her nails as she sat at her desk in the office of the Bangor Daily News. She was meant to be writing an expose on a local politician and was waiting for a source to call her with some information. She put down the nail file and clicked on her computer. She glanced through the information she had so far but without the source's information she couldn't continue. She leaned back in her chair and watched the comings and goings in the office. Then she saw Johnny heading towards her through the maze of computer terminals and desks. Heads turned and voices whispered to each other as the other reporters realised who it was. She got out of her chair and made her way to meet him. "Johnny?" She saw the anxious look on his face. "What is it? He glanced back at the other people in the office who were now staring at him and Dana. She nodded her head understanding that he wanted to talk to her confidentially. She led him to the conference room.
Dana tapped a pencil against her notepad as she listened to the man sitting at the table in front of her. "Why didn't you tell me? "Dana. I need you to help me find this place so I can stop what's going to happen." Johnny's voice was beginning to take on an urgent pleading tone. She pushed a lock of hair from her eyes as she considered her next answer. "It'll be impossible to find the location, Johnny. Do you know how many acres of woodland there is in Maine? Not to mention rivers with bridges?" Johnny leaned across the table with his eyebrows furrowed. "Someone that we know will die unless we do something!" The woman let out a slow deep breath. "Ok. I'll do what I can. Have you talked to the sheriff? Johnny shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I didn't want to bother him." She nodded slowly knowing Johnny still had feelings for Sarah. "May be a good idea." He slowly got out of his seat trying to ignore the stiffness in his hip. He picked up the silver topped cane. "Thanks Dana. I owe you one." The red headed woman smiled. She opened the door for him and waited till he went through it. "Yes you do!" He turned to look at her and smiled a grateful smile. "Thanks."
She watched as he made his way to the exit. Her editor, who was talking to another reporter, watched him leave and then headed over to her. "What did he want?" "Help," replied Dana. "Make sure you do help him. Get the story," her editor said. Dana shot him a look of irritation but said nothing and walked back over to her desk.
"So is she going to help you?" Bruce asked as Johnny got back to the cruiser. Johnny nodded. "Good. Now maybe we can get back and finish your therapy." Johnny crumpled his face up. "Do we have to?" "Yes!" The shrill ringing of a cell phone broke the tension between them and Johnny pulled his out of his pocket and looked at the caller id. It was Sarah so he answered it. "Sarah." "Your psychic abilities are getting better," she said. "Caller id. Amazing invention," joked Johnny. "Oh." Sarah felt a little silly. She was silent for a few seconds. "Hello?" "Oh. I called you earlier." Johnny nodded. "Yes you did. I got caught in that thunderstorm changing a flat tyre.Got soaked to the skin." "Make sure you don't catch the flu or something. I wouldn't want to see you getting sick." Johnny wasn't sure how to respond so he said nothing. In the olden days, before the car accident and the six year coma, he would have responded with something risqué but their relationship had changed so much that his response would be inappropriate. "How did your meeting with Reverend Purdy go?" Sarah asked remembering the real reason why she had called. That was where Johnny had been earlier before he got the flat. "Oh. Fine. Just had to sign some papers relating to the estate," replied Johnny. He wasn't sure if he trusted the good Reverend with so much of his life but didn't want to rock the boat yet. Maybe one day he'll ask for control of his trust. Whether or not Reverend Purdy would let him would be another thing. "Would you like to come to dinner tonight?" Sarah asked. "I'm making JJ's favourite." He smiled at the mention of his son's name. "Ok." "See you around 6?" asked Sarah. "Yep," replied Johnny and disconnected the call.
Bruce had to work at the hospital so he dropped Johnny at his house. Johnny stood in the hallway of the house pondering the vision.
TBC
Chapter 2
Johnny watched as Bruce placed two mats on the floor on the study. He wasn't in the humour for therapy today but knew that the physical therapist wouldn't let him get away with it. "Ok. So thirty minutes on the bike and then we'll do some Yoga." Johnny looked a little uncomfortable at the mention of Yoga. "Isn't Yoga where you have to sit with your legs behind your ears.or something like that? I don't think." Bruce chuckled knowing that Johnny wouldn't be keen on it. "Well that's a little advanced but Yoga can balance the mind and the body so coupled with the Biofeedback you might be able to get the visions under control." "It's these latest visions that puzzle me," replied Johnny. "So you saw almost the same thing with Dana?" Johnny sat on the bike and startled to peddle. "It was a little different but yeah." Bruce sat on one of the mats with a clipboard in his hand. He marked something on the clipboard and then looked at Johnny. "So you've no idea where all this takes place?" Johnny stopped peddling but saw the glare from Bruce so he started to peddle again. He shook his head. "I don't have the time or location this time." "I guess you'll just have to wait and see when the vision is complete." "Yeah, but Bruce.what if it's too late." Johnny stopped peddling. He had a troubled look on his face. Bruce let a small sigh escape from his lips. "If it is it's not your fault." Johnny got down off the bike and picked up the towel that was on the back of the bike. A look of irritation flitted across Bruce's face as he followed him out the door. "You're not finished." "I have to find the location!"
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Dana filed her nails as she sat at her desk in the office of the Bangor Daily News. She was meant to be writing an expose on a local politician and was waiting for a source to call her with some information. She put down the nail file and clicked on her computer. She glanced through the information she had so far but without the source's information she couldn't continue. She leaned back in her chair and watched the comings and goings in the office. Then she saw Johnny heading towards her through the maze of computer terminals and desks. Heads turned and voices whispered to each other as the other reporters realised who it was. She got out of her chair and made her way to meet him. "Johnny?" She saw the anxious look on his face. "What is it? He glanced back at the other people in the office who were now staring at him and Dana. She nodded her head understanding that he wanted to talk to her confidentially. She led him to the conference room.
Dana tapped a pencil against her notepad as she listened to the man sitting at the table in front of her. "Why didn't you tell me? "Dana. I need you to help me find this place so I can stop what's going to happen." Johnny's voice was beginning to take on an urgent pleading tone. She pushed a lock of hair from her eyes as she considered her next answer. "It'll be impossible to find the location, Johnny. Do you know how many acres of woodland there is in Maine? Not to mention rivers with bridges?" Johnny leaned across the table with his eyebrows furrowed. "Someone that we know will die unless we do something!" The woman let out a slow deep breath. "Ok. I'll do what I can. Have you talked to the sheriff? Johnny shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I didn't want to bother him." She nodded slowly knowing Johnny still had feelings for Sarah. "May be a good idea." He slowly got out of his seat trying to ignore the stiffness in his hip. He picked up the silver topped cane. "Thanks Dana. I owe you one." The red headed woman smiled. She opened the door for him and waited till he went through it. "Yes you do!" He turned to look at her and smiled a grateful smile. "Thanks."
She watched as he made his way to the exit. Her editor, who was talking to another reporter, watched him leave and then headed over to her. "What did he want?" "Help," replied Dana. "Make sure you do help him. Get the story," her editor said. Dana shot him a look of irritation but said nothing and walked back over to her desk.
"So is she going to help you?" Bruce asked as Johnny got back to the cruiser. Johnny nodded. "Good. Now maybe we can get back and finish your therapy." Johnny crumpled his face up. "Do we have to?" "Yes!" The shrill ringing of a cell phone broke the tension between them and Johnny pulled his out of his pocket and looked at the caller id. It was Sarah so he answered it. "Sarah." "Your psychic abilities are getting better," she said. "Caller id. Amazing invention," joked Johnny. "Oh." Sarah felt a little silly. She was silent for a few seconds. "Hello?" "Oh. I called you earlier." Johnny nodded. "Yes you did. I got caught in that thunderstorm changing a flat tyre.Got soaked to the skin." "Make sure you don't catch the flu or something. I wouldn't want to see you getting sick." Johnny wasn't sure how to respond so he said nothing. In the olden days, before the car accident and the six year coma, he would have responded with something risqué but their relationship had changed so much that his response would be inappropriate. "How did your meeting with Reverend Purdy go?" Sarah asked remembering the real reason why she had called. That was where Johnny had been earlier before he got the flat. "Oh. Fine. Just had to sign some papers relating to the estate," replied Johnny. He wasn't sure if he trusted the good Reverend with so much of his life but didn't want to rock the boat yet. Maybe one day he'll ask for control of his trust. Whether or not Reverend Purdy would let him would be another thing. "Would you like to come to dinner tonight?" Sarah asked. "I'm making JJ's favourite." He smiled at the mention of his son's name. "Ok." "See you around 6?" asked Sarah. "Yep," replied Johnny and disconnected the call.
Bruce had to work at the hospital so he dropped Johnny at his house. Johnny stood in the hallway of the house pondering the vision.
TBC