After Lee recovered from being attacked by ghosts who shouldn't exist he registered that he was slumped in the backseat of Mr. Smith's comfy Jaguar. They passed a sign that said Philadelphia 20.
"Where are we going?" Lee asked.
"To a safe place," said Mr. Smith.
"Safe from who," Lee asked.
"The eddimu. There will be more," said Mr. Smith.
"I don't get it. They're myths. They aren't real."
"They're real all right. You saw."
Lee paused. Mr. Smith was right. He had seen it with his own eyes. Of course it could've been a joke but the way Mr. Smith was acting he doubted it. He'd just have to believe it. But something still bothered him.
"They said my name, that it was time for me to die. Why?"
"Look Lee I'll explain everything later, just bear with me."
Lee did as he said. His curly brown hair was a mess. Lee wasn't much to look at. He was skinny. His thick glasses made him look like a nerd and he was too tall for his age. He couldn't wait to get contacts. He had never paid attention before, but Mr. Smith was almost the opposite. Well built. Perfect height. Straight blond hair. And blue eyes. He was surprised Smith didn't have a wife but he figured it had something to do with how good he was at killing eddimu.
Finally the car stopped. They were in Philadelphia. But as Lee looked around he realized it was North Philadelphia, the most crime ridden area in the city. Great Lee thought. Stuck in a bad neighborhood, going to who knows where, running from evil ghosts. Lee could tell it was going to be one of those days.