FOREST OF THE LOST

PART EIGHTEEN

33.

There is a lot to take in, physically and emotionally. A lot has happened in a very short amount of time. There is that word again ... time. It still exists on some level in a place that operates on a lack of time. It is a great big ball where some things are linear, and others aren't. Lawrence Williams is no longer with his son, and this may be a good thing for Terrence. He can be and is sure that his father has returned to the life he had been living and that dad has not become yet another lost soul.

But had dad become lost? Surely, if he had then Terrence would know for sure. Wouldn't it be a more logical conclusion to believe in something like fifteen years passing in the real world, fifteen years passing outside the forest park, fifteen years in which Terrence had not returned home. ... And in such time, Lawrence went in search of his son, ultimately coming to his own conclusion that Terrence had been consumed by time and space and in his own search, Lawrence briefly came in contact with his own only child?

Anyhow, Terrence is left once more to wander in peace and relative silence. Near-by birds are still flying about and chirping away. Fallen leaves still crunch beneath his feet. A temporary break from strange activity is most welcome though again being alone with his thoughts might not be a good thing.

In the forefront of his thoughts is his mother. With what Terrence had been given, was there anything he could have done to help his mother? He trusts the information he has been given, he trusts what he has seen as reality so he knows at some stage that she will be ill, so ill that she may have a terminal condition.

There is no point dwelling on what he could or could not have done. If he had said something to his mother, then it could be quite unlikely that she would not have believed anything he may have told her. Anyway, it is time to move on.

If he could track or trace time, then to Terrence it would feel as a good half hour of aimless wandering has past by at such a stage that something else comes his way. Currently being alone for as far as he can see, Terrence hears a very audible whisper.

'Find me' a male sounding voice speaks. If Terrence had been any deeper in thought, he may have missed hearing this sound. He did hear it though; at that he could not tell where it could be coming from. If anything, it may be coming from all around rather than from one spot in particular. Having almost missed it Terrence wants to make sure that he did hear what he thought he had.

'What?' he asks out loud in the hopes what he heard will be repeated.

As he waits for the repeat, he slowly turns a three sixty looking all around and slightly upwards. Seconds pass and his wait is almost painful. Terrence most definitely is not a patient person. He is about to call out again when he hears that audible whisper come at him again.

'Find me.'

'Find who? Who are you?'

Terrence spins round all the quicker now though there is no one near-by who could have spoken. He does get to hear the voice speak once again. Unfortunately, it doesn't answer either of his questions. What it does say is what it has simply said twice before.

'Find me.'

The spinning around makes him dizzy so he comes to a halt. A voice, a very audible whisper has spoken the words 'find me' three times. Can Terrence take it that this voice has spoken to him, as in ... directly to Terrence himself and that it not something or someone speaking out to nothing and to no one in particular? He can confidently assure himself that the voice did mean to speak to him.

Thing now is who does this voice belong to? Where is this person? And why does such a person need to be found? All questions he is sure will answer themselves at some point or another. For some reason and once Terrence is sure the whisper is done repeating itself, he feels oddly drawn back to the park waters. Whether or not this feeling has anything to do with that voice he heard he does not know.