"I only thought of it," she said hysterically. "Why didn't I think of it before? why didn't you think of it?"

"Think of what?" he questioned.
"The other two wishes," she replied. "We've only had one."

"Was that not enough?" he demanded fiercely.

"No," she cried triumphantly: "we'll have one more.

Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again."

W. W. Jacobs ("The Monkey's Paw")

9:23 AM

Kenneth slowly walked down the beach, The smell of burning oak wood was still fresh in the air and the ashes were still hot.

The day was overcast and breezy, The tide was in and making the smooth soft sugar like sand look like it was made out of crystal.

Kenneth knew deep down inside his heart that something was wrong...the same old feeling he got when this whole thing had started around the world and he knew his brother was out of reach and in danger.

He then started up the soft shoulder of the hill that made it into the thick woods of the island...he started on the path and kept going.

"Please God...don't let me be to late..."

He prayed...but knew he was.