Consequences Unforeseen

Tokyo June 16th 1991 - 8pm - June 17th. - New Place

Tokyo June 16th 1991 – 8pm – June 17th New Place

Peter, slipped lower in the evening air and reduced speed dramatically. Bill Douglas felt he was in danger of brushing against the buildings they passed. He would have liked to deny that this new experience was still not normalized for him, but he knew he’d be deluding himself.

“There is no way,” he thought, “That I’ll ever feel normal in this ‘Peter’ device. In fact,” he concluded, “There is absolutely nothing that I have EVER experienced that comes close to this sensation of just hanging in the air!”

His Uncle John muttered, “I cannae even think anymore, ma boy. I couldna describe this to anybody if a tried.”

Yoshikawa had been silent, other than for several brief conversations with whoever was flying the ‘copter and now he turned to Douglas saying, “We’re right here now Bill. 2, 19, 12 Nakane is the building right beneath your feet. We’ll set down in the park just there to the left of the compound. Time to clap your hands again – this time three times please.”

No hesitation at all, Bill responded and could not deny a feeling of relief when the thing took shape around him again. “Jesus,” he thought, “That’s more like it.” And he smiled in new found comfort.

No one heard a thing as they landed. The little park was empty and the cemetery section was also quiet and deserted. Bill had never seen a cemetery in Japan and this fact had him wondering why in God’s name he would be walking through one now?

Yoshikawa didn’t come down from the aircraft. He smiled enough for both of them though and shouted, “Go on, Douglas san. The ladies are waiting for you in the building just beyond the park gates there,” and he pointed with his outstretched arm, saying, “They are impatient, but I’m sure you’ll be pleased.”

Douglas had stopped walking away when he didn’t hear Yoshikawa’s footsteps and hearing the words, he turned to walk back, but Yoshikawa waved him away. “Get on with it young man. We can meet during the course of next week to work out what you need from me, and 'Peter' here.” This last comment made with a wink and a wave.

As Douglas stood nodding his response, Peter simply vanished before his eyes. A slight downdraft was all he felt, as Yoshikawa went about his business. A ghost in a graveyard, thought Douglas and he chuckled

“Not even a fucking whisper,” mouthed his Uncle John. “Maybe he didnae want to disturb the dead,” he too concluded with a chuckle.

Bill Douglas just shook his head and said nothing. His mind focused weeks ahead and how he now had another powerful advantage and tool at his disposal. He couldn’t figure out why he was so physically aroused right at the moment. Was it the adrenaline caused by this revelation, or the fact that Kris was just yards away?

It was the latter he decided, breaking into a trot through the park gates and with a right turn into what appeared to be a small compound.

A long Greystone walled house was to his right with an ornate and wooden door of dark mahogany. Golden handles and an ornate glass window made the look of the place convey wealth and prosperity.