Birds In The Drop Ceiling

Chapter 6

Fallen from the Skye

 Devon drove back into Flowers Cove, a double serving of coffee helped home through the morning. Sleeping would not be a possibility anyway, for he couldn't shut his mind off. He arrived at Bernstein's office. Devon started feeling revived and recharged, the same kind that Devon had been missing for so long. He felt that he had a real purpose, but still feared becoming something that he didn't want to become. Bernstein was outside of his office waiting for Devon's arrival,

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your visit with Mr. Bradshaw?

"Bradshaw... his last name is Bradshaw?" Asked Devon

"Why yes, Garrett Bradshaw, the toughest fisherman that this city has ever seen. I thought he would've been a lot of help to you."

"You knew about this?" Asked Devon. "You knew and never told me?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't have believed me. Besides, Garrett had to pass the gift on to you, it's a creed to all of the chosen."

Devon had a hard time choking down his new endeavor, for they seemed so unreal, but even after all of this, Devon had more questions on his mind,

"So what's your connection with this guy anyway?"

"Garrett too was chosen, a long time ago, he came home fishing one year, and his son died. Not like what happened to your Kate. He was born with a rare heart condition, and died in his bed. Garrett was devastated. A few years later, he was seeing and hearing strange things that he couldn't explain, and soon later, he was in the gate, protecting a young boy believed to be an angle."

Devon was in full of interest by his story. It explained everything.

"But before all of that happened, He came to me, begging me to take the images, and the voices away. I couldn't help him. He needed to trust in what he saw, and see it to the end."

"So what happened?" Devon asked.

"Well, Garrett wasn't doing this for free. The only thing he wanted was his son, but Garrett couldn't protect the angel from the evil inside the gate. And Garrett left the gate alone when it was all over. Now he's been living on his fishing boat for more than 20 years, waiting for you."

"...Angel...really?" Said Devon. "Was the angel killed?"

"No one really knows for sure, I don't even believe Garrett knows. Whatever wants the balance destroyed, maybe the reason why this is happening to you Devon."

A familiar rush of emotion filled Devon's soul. He felt sorry for the old man, but it was information that he needed. Maybe, just maybe he could see his beautiful wife again, and maybe the gate would grant him the very same gesture.

Devon had a new objective in his path. He thanked Bernstein for everything, for meeting him on that day, there was something strange about him, he was holding something back, the information he knew, his connection with the old man. Devon thought about it, but it wasn't important anymore, he would set out back home and wait for his daughter to arrive. She was coming home and he needed to be there.

                                                                          DADDY, I'M HOME

The evening came quickly. A taxi cab pulled up into the driveway. Devon sat on his couch looking through the book that Garrett had given him; he gazed at it. Even when Skye opened the door, and yelled out to her father, he was deep in thought. He closed it, sat it next to himself, looked up, and there she was, home, safe and sound.