A Whisper Of A Name In The Dark, chapter 4
Where the hell's Tré and Mike? Where am I? Are they here too? What the hell's going on? What was up with the hotel? Billie Joe then, reached into his pocket for the key but then realized it was gone. He fished around in his other pocket and it wasn't there either. What the hell? Then Billie had an image of himself and Adrienne sitting on the bed talking.
"I don't understand Billie." She said.
"What is there to understand?" He asked.
"Why?" She asked looking up at him.
"I don't know... " He looked away.
"Well, when you find out let me know." She said standing up and grabbing her coat off the bed and walking out the door. Then the image disappeared. Billie Joe stood shocked. What the hell was that? Did that really happen? But... Adrienne wouldn't walk out... He was utterly confused.
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Mike looked over at the man, Tré sitting across from him. He had very interesting facial expressions. His wide set jaw made him look sort of chubby but the rest of him was thin. Mike then noticed the peculiar hat perched on top of Tré's head. It was strangely familiar as if he had seen it before, but Mike had no idea where.
"So, what brings you here?" Mike asked Tré.
"Oh, I don't know... " Tré said smiling over at Mike.
"Just vacationing?" Mike asked.
"Kind of... " Tré said. After a while of talking Tré looked down at his watch, it read 2:52. Mike watched Tré tap his watch and squint his eyes as if maybe he read it wrong. But no, the little hands on the clock still read 2:52.
"I better get going." Tré said standing up.
"Okay." Mike said. "Nice talking to you." He smiled. They shook hands and Tré made his way out the door. Mike's thoughts wondered back to the hat Tré was wearing. Then it dawned on him, a man back in Berkley had it on. He remembered the man had black hair and strangely bright green emerald eyes. Mike tried to remember what his name was. They had talked for a little and had a very interesting conversation about... Mike couldn't quite recall what it was but the man had mentioned his name. Oh well... Mike drained the last of his coffee, left a tip and headed out into the wet rain coated street.
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Tré passed by the Radio Shack again and looked at the BILLIE numbers. Who the hell's Billie? Tré continued walking then came across the big clock again. 2:52. That was odd. The clocks had stopped at exactly the same time.
When Tré got up to his room he took off his jacket, took off his shirt, and set his new hat on his dresser and crawled under the covers. He felt something sharp jab him in the leg of his jeans pocket. "Ow... " Tré reached into his pocket and pulled out his room key, 138 and set it on his bedside table. He sighed and closed his eyes and before long he was fast asleep.
"I don't understand Billie." She said.
"What is there to understand?" He asked.
"Why?" She asked looking up at him.
"I don't know... " He looked away.
"Well, when you find out let me know." She said standing up and grabbing her coat off the bed and walking out the door. Then the image disappeared. Billie Joe stood shocked. What the hell was that? Did that really happen? But... Adrienne wouldn't walk out... He was utterly confused.
***
Mike looked over at the man, Tré sitting across from him. He had very interesting facial expressions. His wide set jaw made him look sort of chubby but the rest of him was thin. Mike then noticed the peculiar hat perched on top of Tré's head. It was strangely familiar as if he had seen it before, but Mike had no idea where.
"So, what brings you here?" Mike asked Tré.
"Oh, I don't know... " Tré said smiling over at Mike.
"Just vacationing?" Mike asked.
"Kind of... " Tré said. After a while of talking Tré looked down at his watch, it read 2:52. Mike watched Tré tap his watch and squint his eyes as if maybe he read it wrong. But no, the little hands on the clock still read 2:52.
"I better get going." Tré said standing up.
"Okay." Mike said. "Nice talking to you." He smiled. They shook hands and Tré made his way out the door. Mike's thoughts wondered back to the hat Tré was wearing. Then it dawned on him, a man back in Berkley had it on. He remembered the man had black hair and strangely bright green emerald eyes. Mike tried to remember what his name was. They had talked for a little and had a very interesting conversation about... Mike couldn't quite recall what it was but the man had mentioned his name. Oh well... Mike drained the last of his coffee, left a tip and headed out into the wet rain coated street.
***
Tré passed by the Radio Shack again and looked at the BILLIE numbers. Who the hell's Billie? Tré continued walking then came across the big clock again. 2:52. That was odd. The clocks had stopped at exactly the same time.
When Tré got up to his room he took off his jacket, took off his shirt, and set his new hat on his dresser and crawled under the covers. He felt something sharp jab him in the leg of his jeans pocket. "Ow... " Tré reached into his pocket and pulled out his room key, 138 and set it on his bedside table. He sighed and closed his eyes and before long he was fast asleep.
