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doctor looked like Evan, but forty some years younger. 
    “Hello, Kenner.  I’m Dr. Edward Koontz.  According to your chart, you suffer from dementia.”  He looked over at the two nurses.  “He’ll make a perfect candidate.  Take him to the retirement wing.”
    “Yes, doctor,” the two nurses said, smiling.
     

            Sirens of Lake Station
     
    “Thank you for an enjoyable evening.”
    “My name is Jake,” I answered as both of us were standing in my hotel room.
    “Mine is Vicki,” she said as she put her grey t-shirt with the word PINK written across it back on.  “Are you sure you can’t stay longer?”
    “No, I’ve got a sales meeting in South Bend in a few hours.  I guess this is goodbye.”
    She looked at me sadly as she brushed her straight, black hair with a pink hairbrush.  With a sinister laugh, she said, “We’ll be meeting a lot sooner than you can possibly believe.” 
    She walked over to me and gave me a kiss on my left cheek.  My heart was telling me to stay, but I knew I had to be at the sales meeting.  If I didn’t land the deal, I was going to be fired.  My boss promised me that.  She continued laughing sinisterly as she walked out the door.
      As the closing door echoed through the room, I said, “That is what I get for picking up a hitchhiker.”
    I headed for the bathroom to take a shower and shave.  After a twenty minute shower, I headed back into the bedroom to change into my grey business suit.  I opened up my briefcase and checked to see if I remembered to put my new business cards in.   I walked over to the window and saw the hood of my midnight blue Dodge Neon sticking straight up.  I grabbed my briefcase and ran out of the room and over to my car.  Being someone who knows nothing about mechanics, I did not know if somebody had tampered with it.  I closed the hood and checked to make sure nobody slashed my tires.  Satisfied nothing appeared to be wrong, I got into the car and felt a sigh of relief as the car started right up.
    I drove out of the parking lot and headed for the exit leading to the interstate.  Five minutes down the road, I began to hear a sound coming from under the hood like metal grinding on metal.  The check engine light came on.  I cursed and turned right at the next intersection.  I could see a sign up ahead that said: Welcome to Lake Station.  To the left of the sign was a gas station with a repair shop.  I pulled into the parking lot just as the car stalled. I turned the key and it wouldn’t start.  I got out of the car as a mechanic walked over to me. 
    “Someone has been playing with my engine.”
    “Open the hood and I’ll see what’s wrong.”
    I popped open the hood and the mechanic did an inspection.  “Someone did a beautiful job on your engine, mister,” he said sarcastically.
    “Can it be fixed in two hours?”
    “I’ll be lucky to have it done today.”
    “Damn, I’ve got to be in South Bend in a few hours.  Can I use your phone?”
    “Our cell phone service isn’t working at the moment.  Something’s blocking the signal.  Probably one of those solar flares I keep hearing about on the news.  You can check the Walgreens across the street.  They have a landline.  I’ll get to work on your car right away.”
    “Thanks,” I said as I handed him the keys.  “I’ll be right back.”
    I walked over to Walgreens and walked in.  I didn’t see any sales clerks at the front counter so I headed toward the pharmacy in the back.  I walked past the magazine aisle when I heard a loud alarm going off from outside.  It sounded similar to the sirens I hear going off constantly during severe thunderstorms.  When I walked into the store, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.  As I was heading back to the front door to see what was going on, somebody grabbed my arm.
    “If you go outside, you will die.”
    The badge on his uniform stated he was the store manager.
    “What are you talking