condense it into one surprisingly efficient package: 'I’m confused, I guess.'
'Oh, yes, well, I myself am having difficulty accepting the implications of the parallel universe concept. Yet I have found a certain peace in-'
Johnny stopped as he comprehended the true source of Trevor’s confusion.
'Yes. I can see how this could be very confusing for you; very difficult.'
Nearly six years ago, Johnny not only informed Trevor of the memory-eating implant in Nina's head, but also removed it.
'I can see your dilemma, Mr. Stone. Affairs such as these, they are to be handled with the utmost care. You are dealing with forces far more powerful than any alien armada or scoundrel creature. You are dealing with the passions of your heart.'
Trevor stood and listened, saying nothing.
'If you’ll indulge me, in the early days after I had…after I had dispatched my family when The Order implanted them and turned them loose on me…after I had begun my quest for revenge…I walked to the neighborhood where my brother and his children lived. I sought them out in the hope of taking them to sanctuary. I was particularly keen on finding my niece-my God daughter-Alyssa. A beautiful girl not even ten years old and already a firecracker.'
Johnny smiled a grin of fond remembrance.
'Of course I was too late. I knew this when I spied the Spider Sentries and Missionaries wandering the streets of the housing development. Nonetheless, I came upon Alyssa. She was infected beyond the point of salvation. Her tiny body was no match for Voggoth’s parasite. Yet I did not see the blotches on her face as she approached me. I knew they were there; logic insisted so. Post-mortem examination proved as much. But I could not see them on her face because my heart so desperately wanted her to be that firecracker of a little girl-a human little girl-that I loved so dearly.'
'You killed her, your God daughter?'
Johnny shook his head. 'That’s the point, my friend. I did not kill my God daughter, she was not even there. She died when the implant seized control of her body.'
'But you said you didn’t see blotches. How could you kill her?'
'My mind, Mister Stone, I could trust my mind; my intellect. As for my heart, that is a different matter. The heart is a fickle friend; fair weather at best. At your moment of joy it is there to be filled with celebration and to make the wonderful fruits of love and life that much sweeter. But when it has not been fed the diet it desires, it will turn on you without warning. It will coax and coerce. The heart is not to be trusted. Certainly not when it sings a tune that is not in key with what your head knows to be true.'
'Elegantly put as always, but for me it isn’t that simple.'
The Rev corrected, 'Yes, it is quite simple. In your case, Trevor, you merely have to remember where you are.'
'Where I am? Well, where am I?'
Johnny reminded, 'You are away from home.'
– Trevor managed to work his way around the mansion and up into the second floor office without seeing Nina. As he traveled, he made sure there was enough light to allow the temporary residents to move about safely but also made sure that blankets, wood, and whatever else he could find were positioned over windows and doors to keep that light muffled inside the home.
He brought three emergency blankets to the office with him and hung them over the busted balcony doors. Stone took one last look toward the lake before pulling the makeshift drapes closed. Debris still burned on the water but the inferno had dwindled to scattered embers.
In any case, he positioned the blankets and turned to leave, only to see Nina emerge from the adjoining room.
She strolled to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said, 'Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. Where you been?'
Trevor stepped away. 'I was, um, searching the place. I’m afraid there's nothing of value here. It was a wasted trip.'
She tilted her head as if puzzled by his words. 'I don't know about that. I mean, you won a big victory here today.'
He turned and tried to find something in the empty room to focus on other than her.
She pressed against his back.
'You did a lot of things today, things that really…hmm, how to say this? Things that really impressed me.'
Her hands worked around his waist from behind.
'Major…'
'The guards are outside, we’re safe here. Not a peep from the hills and woods. We have this place to ourselves tonight. Plenty of time…'
Her hands massaged his chest then worked lower…searching…
'Major…I’m sorry I…'
'Mmm…' she purred as she found the spot.'You don’t feel sorry.'
Trevor pulled her hands away, let them go, stepped off, then faced her.
'Listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have done that.'
'Done what?' She purposely teased.
He scowled, 'I should not have kissed you.'
'Oh…that…yeah, I remember that,' she raised a finger to her mouth as if touching the memory of his lips.
'It was a mistake. I got caught up in the moment. It was wrong and I’m sorry.'
To his surprise, she accepted the explanation. Her demeanor changed as if she had already forgotten the incident.
'Do you understand? I’m sorry. I really am.'
'Yes,' she smiled politely. 'I understand.'
He exhaled in relief.
She said, 'Anyway, I do have something to show you that might interest you, I think.'
'Oh? What’s that?'
'Over there,' she nodded toward the adjoining room.
The mansion of this world resembled his in many intangible ways but was far from identical, particularly in architecture. He had spent time exploring the first floor and the basement half-buried in the mountain, but realized he had spent little time on the second floor other than in the room most resembling his office and its adjacent balcony.
Given that this new room sat off that old office, he guessed it to be this world's version of his master bedroom. Perhaps she had found files or a hidden supply cache. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking to investigate there earlier.
Curious, he went in with Nina following and stopped just inside the arch-shaped doorway.
The soft glow of a liquid lantern lit the room and also provided a source of heat, like a small fireplace. In the gentle illumination he saw what he guessed to be a bed frame designed in a strange style with metal bars on the headboard and sagging wood beams along the sides. An air mattresses lay atop of the contraption covered with sleeping bags and blankets, all from one of the Skipper's survival equipment kits.
Her body pressed against his back once again. Her lips whispered in his ear so close he felt puffs of warm breath. 'I want you, Trevor. I want to feel you inside of me.'
His heart raced and his adrenaline rose but it rose in anger.
'I told you. I made a mistake. Forget it.'
'Forget? Like your Nina forgot everything?'
He turned and looked at her. His face twisted. 'Why are you doing this? I’ll say it again so that you can hear it loud and clear; I made a mistake. I’m sorry. Now leave me alone!'
He tried to push by but she blocked his escape.
'Look at how afraid you are of me. I mean, you’re trembling.'
