Open To Interpretation (The Truth)

The fates

"I can't control this, I can't control you. I believe you can explain to me why this is happening." Riff hoping for a positive response.

The room's darkness lightens up to a bluish color. Everything becomes visible. Including the voice in the darkness. She gets up from her chair. A beautiful woman of Chestnut complexion. Silky skin with reddish gem-colored eyes. Wearing a white and grey dress. Walks to Riff and looks at him. Stands close to him. Place her head by his neck smelling him.

Samar gets impatient, "He's the real thing. Can we get on with it". She says angrily.

Riff looks to the darkness. As she stands before him, Looks around the room to see no one else is present. But for him, Samar, and herself. She smiles, "To what seems to be on your mind"?

Riff steps closer to the woman. Takes her hand and places it on his head. Before she could pull away. He manages to touch a spot on his head with her hand. That has her with the ability to read everything that has come to pass in Riff's mind. Samar was stunned for no one knew of that technique, but her.

Samar then remembered when she was hunched over hugging him. Staying home in, on that one spot of Riff's head. But couldn't figure out when he was able to connect the dots.

Riff backs away from the lady. A bit emotional, from disbelief at the hell he's faced. From the terrifying acts of what he's seen. Including the time frame, he's been in this hell. She continues to shed tears but stands strong.

Riff was aware of what had occurred. Looks at the woman. Clears his throat, "You see, this is all a distraction. I've been and seen many things. Things you're now able to see that's made me the person I am now. Know of the ten or so long years I've surmised to have been here. I've only reached this place once before. But I couldn't recall knowing what had already transpired before, until now. My mind has been in such disarray. That T.V. show characters have been my salvation to getting to this point. Including some friends that may or may have not existed.
People to whom I've believed to be key players, to reacquaint myself with reality. That holds significance to those I presumably care about".

Riff stops his tangent and trembles uncontrollably. He's shaking to the depths that it's rattling his soul. Samar screams for him to stop. But no response is present. The lady looking at Riff sees the amount of power radiating from his body. His power is eminence. It is astronomically terrifying. Never has she seen anyone with this kind of power.

To be continued: