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Setting: Prehistoric Age "Ye-ow!!" Sarah screeched, coming awake with a jolt. Her back thumped against the hard ground as she slid along in the dirt. Someone was dragging her by her hair! She tried to turn her head but couldn't. "Let go of me, you idiot! I'm not a sack of feed." Whoever was dragging her stopped and let go. Her head banged to the ground. She cringed, but she managed to roll over and push herself to her feet. Her eyes widened. "D.K., what in the heck do you think you're doing?" He simply stood staring at her, a strange look on his face. Her eyes narrowed. "What are you dressed up as?" He had on a kind of furry covering -- like some caveman. She chuckled at the sight. He did have awfully nice legs though -- firm and powerful looking. Was that a wooden spear in his hand? Dang! What was that smell? She looked down. It was her! She was dressed, like D.K., in some sort of fur thingy. And it had obviously not been washed in eons, if ever. "All right. What's going on? I ..." Wait. She remembered. She was somewhere else. The parchment! And D.K. was a bartender. He'd told her it was 1587. What the heck ...? An ear-piercing screech ripped through the air, and a large shadow passed over them. Sarah glanced up. Her mouth gaped, and terror filled her. A gigantic flying monster! D.K. grabbed her arm and pulled her inside a nearby cave. He pushed her down by a small pile of rocks. Okay, she didn't really see what she saw. She didn't know what she saw, but whatever it was, she didn't see it. It was impossible. It took a few moments before her eyes adjusted to the darkness. That's when she noticed other men and women in the cave ... and children too. They were all dressed like her. Her head began to throb, and everything became hazy. No! She had to focus! She'd been in a car accident. She remembered that. Then she'd come across a couple of brothers--Frank and Jesse--dressed in old western-type clothing. Frank and Jesse James? Then she'd been in either England or Scotland in 1587. She wasn't sure which. She was terrible at accents, and her knowledge of history was even worse. Now where was she? Some prehistoric nightmare. That must be it, a nightmare. She was dreaming. But everything seemed so real. She could feel and smell--definitely smell, and what awful smells, too! A man approached her. Geez! He was caked in dirt and who knows what else. He grunted something at her. "Excuse me?" she asked, crinkling her nose and wishing he'd go as far away from her as possible. He grunted again and snatched her up by the arm. He pulled her toward a small group of children on the other side of the cave. Sarah kicked out at him. "Let me go!" Out of nowhere, D.K. appeared. He shoved the man backwards, grunting angrily at him at the same time. He then turned and pulled Sarah back where she'd been. He plopped down on the ground, taking her with him. He still had the same beautiful green eyes. Her gaze drifted down. The snake! It was on the back of his hand just like in her other two experiences--somewhat more primitive looking, but there nevertheless. Whatever was happening to her, he must be the key. Maybe she was dead, and this was some sort of trial period before getting into heaven. Maybe she had to relive her past lives. "Do you remember me?" she asked him. He reached out and fingered the delicate chain hanging around her neck. Sarah touched it. Had she had it on throughout this whole ordeal? She couldn't remember. An idea struck her. She unclasped the small, silver heart and leaned forward to attach it around D.K.'s neck. "Keep it to remember me by." She'd probably see him again, so she wasn't worried about losing it. D.K. lightly touched the heart. He laid down and pulled Sarah down beside him. She stiffened when he gathered her into his arms and guided her head to his chest. She soon relaxed though, for the gentle strokes of his hand along her back soothed her troubled nerves. Tomorrow. She'd figure all this out tomorrow. For now, she had to sleep. |