Tommy's Tale 8 (VIII)
Tommy awoke to the faint aroma of lotus blossom and the sound of wind chimes. The room, or more accurately area, was devoid of furniture other than his bed and stretched out to the horizon like an infinity pool stretches downward.
Unexpectedly he felt the hair on his arms rise due to an unexpected presence. He rolled over in his bed and stared into the demonically altered face of Mr Miyagi.
"Hello Thomas san, welcome to your worst nightmare. Sorry Miyagi little joke. You are confused?"
"Confused? More like bewildered. It's like Russia, a riddle in an enigma in a mystery."
"First lesson, this is kabuki makeup. Miyagi' sweetheart teach. The black is for fear."
"It works."
"You want to know why we're here Thomas san?"
"I want to know everything. How, why, where, when, what and who?"
"You are at the bottom of the Glasgow scale; you are close to death as you're suffering from peritonitis. The corn dog and the beers combined with your Sensei's attack helped rupture your appendix."
"Am I dead, are you here to take me to….?"
"No Miyagi not psycho, when you tried to save Johnny you earned much merit."
"But but I'm not a Buddhist."
"Neither is Miyagi, recent conversion, Lord Jesus Christ tell Miyagi to help boy as not his time. Now am here to give advice before you go back."
"I think I'm gonna need all the advice I can get but can you please change the music?"
"OK, wheels are turning, now the help."
Tommy looked at him expectantly.
Miyagi smiled and said, "look after your brothers and watch this," before honking his nose and vanishing.