That female voice, to which Colin had clearly heard call his name within his own home on two separate occasions now, may just have a reason to it as to why it is connected to a de-ja-vu feeling which had accompanied it on each of those two evenings.
On this particular evening, however, the evening of the second occurrence, Colin did not feel like going anywhere to clear his head ... as he did on that first occasion ... other than to his bed. A walk on the evening of the first occurrence did aid with shaking off the cobwebs. Feeling as tired as he did at this moment, Colin seriously needed sleep, so a walk was out of the question.
An odd moment soon came where he would find himself standing in an unfamiliar corridor; just how he got to this corridor, he had no idea. This is all he needed. Nothing quite like this had ever occurred previously and it is something beyond questioning. All he could do was to be in the moment and see where it might take him. Considering as to why or how this moment is happening, if it can be considered at all, would have to wait for another time.
The corridor, as it soon became obviously clear, was one within a hospital. Colin felt himself being drawn to one ward in particular; a room to his right where a woman extremely familiar to him was sitting up in her bed, the first bed to Colin's left, and this lady was caressing a crying newborn child.
'There, there little man' spoke the woman as she cradled her newborn, 'mommy has you.'
The woman looked up and acknowledged Colin's presence.
'You have come a long way since I first held you like this, my son.'
'Mom?'
'I am and always have been, so proud of you.'
Before Colin could have a chance to say or do anything else, he would become lost to a spinning sensation which would last for close to fifteen seconds, a fifteen second period after which he would wake up from in his own bed feeling tired and disorientated. Seriously, what just happened?
Tiredness already had a hold him, right now, this sensation, it felt a lot more ... draining. He couldn't help but call out a 'no' because he knew what he had only just experienced was something more than a dream, something more than a vision, he felt every second of it, and just how he would love to have stayed in that moment a while longer so happens to be something beyond that with which he could put into words.
***
Felix Anderson looked through several black sacks of trash that had been left up against a wall he so happened upon. It may have been early in the evening by such time Felix came to be where he is, but it was quite dark already and quite cold too. He was hoping to find something that he could use to keep himself somewhat warm through the night that was about to come. Felix would take his findings and would soon come across an alleyway.
He briefly thought about spending the night within the pitch-black surroundings of that alleyway. If anything, such a place could or would provide some sort of shelter from the piercing coldness of a fairly strong breeze, but still, spending a night down there? He'd probably be safer out in the open.
There was something strange and unusual about this particular alley that made Felix feel more than a little uneasy, and this is besides the fact of how dark that alleyway looks to be. What the exact strangeness is, was something he could not quite put his finger on, but he could feel it within him like a strong sense of dread pulling right at him, offering a warning to stay away.
The thoughts of possibly spending a night in such a place would soon evaporate, and that is if he had those thoughts for any real length of time, because the uncomfortable feeling would make it so difficult for Felix to do anything more than just look into the darkness. He most definitely felt that he would more than likely be safer out in a wide-open space being in the company of the cold breeze rather than being with whatever he may find if he were to venture down that alley.
