In Search For The Triangle of Light

Escape From Marshall College

I can hear the gravel beneath my feet as I rush to the curb by the college. I have no idea where I will go but I know I must find a place for shelter for the time being, I rush by students as they stare at me with quizzical gazes and hear the shouts of the older professors as I startle them with my rather fast pace. My heart races as I enter a diner and rush to the phones to make a call and realize I have no one I can call. I rush back outside and head another direction with no specific destination in mind at the moment and about an hour later as it gets darker I see a police officer get out of a car as he shines the bright beam of his flashlight on me and he tells me to not move and I do so wondering what is it he wanted. I then get the thought that perhaps the professor had sent him but before I could really react in any form of running away right then the officer grabbed my arm and escorted me to his police car as he handcuffs me and takes me to the station. I ask him what he's taking me in for and he replies. "Well miss I'm taking you in for the possession of firearms". I then remember the two Heckler & Koch Match pistols I had been carrying on my thighs. I think about explain but anything I said about that would get me thrown into the nearest asylum so I remained silent.

We finally approach the police station and he takes me out of the car and has me booked in and taken to a cell after my weapons were confiscated. I wait for ten minutes laying on my side in the cell waiting for the officer to come back and tell me when I'll be sent to a real jail but he never comes which is actually a relief because I preferred staying here. Then the thought occurs to me to ask for a phone call so I get up on my feet and call for the officer. There's no answer. I call out again, this time a little louder "Hello? Is there anybody there? I would like my phone call please." and there is still no answer to my calls. I wait a whole minute and I finally hear a sign of life as a door opens in the distance and instead of the officer it is another man I have not seen before who approaches my cell wearing a white long sleeved cotton shirt with a thin black tie wearing brown pants with matching suspenders as well as brown loafers stands before me and says "well what is you need?" I reply "well I would really like to have my one phone call if it isn't to much trouble for you". He stands there for moment and fumbles in his pants pocket and pulls out a brass ring with at least ten different keys and grabs the key to open my cell and directs me to the phone down the hall and says "well that's the phone, I'll be waiting over there- points the direction he came in from at a chair and starts walking that direction and calls me "hey you'll need this" he throws me a coin and I nod after catching it head to the phone.

I stare at the phone and realize I don't actually know the number I need to call so I look at the phone book resting on a stool next to the phone and search for the number which I finally find and then dial it in and wait for an answer. The phone call goes through and I hear someone breath on the other end and hear a voice, the voice I wanted to hear for they were the only one I knew. "Hello?" uttered the stressed tired voice of the professor as I gathered myself and began to speak. "Professor Jones I know they may sound odd but your the only person I actually know, which actually isn't that I can confide in to help me with my problem." I wait for an answer and I finally receive one "Well, I'm just guessing here but if I'm not mistaken your that Croft girl from earlier today. Right?" I tell him that I am and he begins to resume speaking "Well you listen here lady, I don't really know what you want or why you need me to help you but whatever it is you do want I don't want any part of it, you got that?" I start to speak only to be interrupted "You know what? I have better idea, I'll help you if you help me. You come to my home and tell me about everything I wanted to know earlier and I'll help you with whatever it is you need me to assist you in, which of course I do have limits to my hospitality so don't think I'll do anything crazy. So, do you agree?" I wait. "Yes, I agree. But, I have one thing to add." 'Whats that?" "You need to get me out of jail. I'm in a cell at the precinct." He agrees to pick me up in the morning and we both hang up. All I can think about is how I will explain everything that needs to be said, like the Triangle and it abilities as well as where it is now since he took me here to 1930's America. I walk back to my cell and lay down on the hard bunk by myself as the man locks the cell door and disappears outside and it gets dark for there is no lights in the cell block except for the moon light outside. I then start to think about the name Henry Jones Jr. and where I had heard it before, and then I fall asleep.