Dec 20, 2008 23:49
There was no reason he should be nervous. No good reason, anyway. Nick had been through a lot today, between getting blown up and nearly drowning and waking up on an island apparently out of space and time. Why should he be afraid to see Glen Bateman?
Because I don't believe it really can be Glen Bateman. Not the one from Boulder, the one I know. Just a trick or a misunderstanding. Both would have been par for the course in Nick's life.
He'd asked Scott to point out which hut was Glen's and then had taken it from there. He didn't think he'd need back up, and he wanted to be able to assess Glen's relative reality on his own, without...bias? Nick didn't know how to describe what he was trying to avoid, other than a gut feeling that he had to do this on his own.
Nick was concentrating so hard on the door in front of him [which he had yet to get up the stones to knock on] that he didn't see his furry attacker until it was too late. But instead of biting and tearing Nick to pieces, the creature was licking and sniffing him with zeal. Nick opened his eyes, scarcely believing that he could have escaped death for a third time in just a few hours. What he saw was maybe more startling his trio of deaths: a familiar face.
Kojak? It can't be...