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How did I get here? What was to become of me? Did I remember to take my english muffin out of the toaster? And most importantly, what was I supposed to do next? The thoughts were running through my head almost as fast as I was running... running for my life. I swung a left down a dark, trash-lined alley in what I soon realized to be a big mistake. As I hurdled over the rain-soaked cardboard boxes that lay scattered in my path, my eyes locked on the ominous sight in front of me. “It's a dead end!” The words echoed in my mind, their meaning suddenly became clear to me. “This is the end. I am going to die!” My heart pounded as I searched for a way out. Any way out- a fire escape, a man-hole, a Chinese guy named Mel with the ability to transport himself and others to the Caribbean Islands. But there was nothing except the two large buildings on either side of me and the massive brick wall in front of me- too large climb. My only option was to turn around and face my impending doom. It was getting closer, and I had no choice but to fight.
Perhaps I should start back at the beginning- July 12, 2006… (blurry-fade to black).
To be continued...