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Dalton's Promise

Chapter 6

He felt a tug on his hands and saw Joseph urging him to one of the toy stands. "Look new toys". The kid got a wooden riffle that when cranked, it goes "rat a tat tat". The sound caught him off guard and put him on edge... He's getting dizzy. He calls out to Nina.

"Nina, I don't feel so good."

"Oh, come on then let's go home" She got his arms and placed it on her shoulders to support him. They were waiting for a tricycle ride when a man out of nowhere suddenly approached them. She held John and Joseph tightly.

"Give me your money." The robber said to John.

"Please he is injured and doesn't have any money" Nina pleads with the guy.

The guy then reached for Nina. Oh wrong move buddy. John's protective instincts kicked in.

John grabbed the arm holding Nina and he slapped the arm away, Nina making her escape. She screamed for help and held onto Joseph. No one else was passing by.

John punched the robber but he immediately got back up. The guy reached from his pocket and produced a knife. He was swinging it at John with all his might but kept missing. John was quick to study his opponent. One more swing from the guy and John swatted the knife, wrapped his arms around the guy's neck and pinched a nerve. The guy went limp.

"Is he dead?" asked Nina. Her hands tried to cover Joseph's eyes.

"No just unconscious for a while but he's gonna be fine." He grabbed the knife and placed it in his pocket. He dragged the guy to the nearest bush. "Let's move."

At the house, Nina placed her son in his bed. He is still gushing on how John saved them earlier. Like some kind of action movie star. She reminded him they needed to be up early so kissed him goodnight and told him to sleep.

Outside she noticed that John is gazing at the stars. She's still a little rattled so she made tea. "Since your taking medicine and can't drink beer yet, would you like some tea? "

"Yes please. How's Joseph?"

"Finally agreed to sleep. I was worried that you've strained yourself and aggravate some of your cuts. If you are in pain or you if need assistance, you will tell me right?"

"Yes I will." he answers but she gives him a look. "What?"

"I'm assessing if you're telling me the truth. Somehow I picture you as trying to do everything on your own…you're more like a lone wolf."

Now he gave her a look… "What? Something I said?" she asks.

"Nothing…the lone wolf just rings a bell…" he says slightly sad.

"But unfortunately no loud enough for you to remember yet…you'll get there. I'll help you. " She gave him a reassuring smile and a light squeeze on the arm.

"Also I haven't said thank you for saving us earlier. Everything was a blur. So thanks. Where did you learn to do that?" she adds.

"I don't know. Maybe it's instinct?"

"It is beautiful night. The stars are shining brightly." Nina sips her tea and looks up.

He drinks from his cup and says "I enjoy looking at the stars. It calms me. Look there the Constellation Cassiopeia…" He stilled and thought this happened before. Me pointing out the constellations to someone. Who?

"Are you ok? It seems talking helps you to remember things."

"Bits and pieces. Here and there. Frustrates me but yes I think it helps."

"It will happen when it's the right time. While we like having you here with us, I can't help but think that someone is missing you…someone is waiting for you."

"Yeah I hope someone's waiting for me" he confesses. John thought of the memories that flashed in and out of his mind. The brunette … the guy he is fist bumping in the car, but he can't see their faces. The faint smell of something warm and homey. The laughter…

Nina squeezes his hand. "Good night John and try to sleep. It will be better in the morning." She went back inside.

Giving the sky one last look, he sent up a prayer to help him remember what he is missing and went to bed.

He's dreaming.

I'm arguing with someone regarding the sound of a sheep. They kept saying it's a common rose finch but I know the sound of a sheep…

She's already dead. She's dead where she is… and she'll be dead where she's going to be… but in the middle, we get this window where she is alive… to hell with fate!

I'm not leaving without her…

Who's the "her" he keeps referring to? Probably the brunette. She's constantly popping in. C'mon…wait, its fading…I need to remember who she is. I feel in my gut she's important to me.

John's eyes still closed. He is tossing and turning. His blanket now lay at his feet. He is sweating. He can't seem to wake up. This dream is turning out to be a looping nightmare…Wait, I got her! She's wearing all white. She's in my arms but she's weak… she's injured! I didn't leave her there…We're in a truck and she had her back to me… looking at the horizon…

I want to remember…

Then there was nothing but darkness.

08 June 18

0630H

Half awake, half asleep, he is not sure if he's still dreaming but he can hear the sound of Joseph pleading with his mother. "Please Ma, they're many kids going up there. It's just for play. Please I want to go to the top."

"No. It's very dangerous, if you want to go just stay on the foot hill. It's very dangerous at the top."

"No Ma, I want to go to the top. Please I need to go to the top. All the cool kids are at the top. I have to go to the top..."

Top…Top…Top…Adam! He opens his eyes, sits up gasping for breath.