Continued from April 24, 2018
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“What am I supposed to do now?” Jeff asked, as he sat down, setting the statue next to him. “I don’t know how to fix this. I’m just a regular guy, with regular problems.”
He looked at the statue, half expecting it to answer him. His mind was working quickly, trying to find the answers to everything that had happened to him.
“Let’s see if this works.” He said, picking up the statue and holding it in front of him. “Can you respond to me?”
The cold metal statue warmed slightly in his hands then went cold again.
“Alright, so we’ll do stay cold for no, warm for yes, okay?” he said.
The statue warmed again.
“Okay. So you are Cindy from my office.” The statue warmed.
“You are part of the group that sent me the script and the amulet?” The statue warmed.
“Why did they start sending me things?” The statue remained cold, “Right, yes or no. Are you a plant in my office by them?”
The statue stayed cold.
“So you worked there without anything to do with me?” The statue warmed.
“Alright, we’re making progress. Is the man, Mario, who broke into my house, part of your group?” It warmed again.
“Can he help us?” The statue warmed.
“How do I contact him? The other people took his number from my pockets.” Jeff said.
The statue started rapidly heating and cooling.
“Five-Five-Five, Hold on! Hold on! I need to – I got it, never mind!” Jeff blurted as he began using his shoe to dig in the dirt. When the statue finally went cold and stopped pulsing, Jeff saw the number that had been on the paper, 555-8234.
“Right, so I need to call him.” He said before repeating the number a few times before closing his eyes and repeating it again from memory.
Confident he’d remember the number, he wiped the number out of the dirt so no one else would find it and picked up the statue. He tucked the statue under his arm and walked to a side street before turning down a hill toward the waterfront.