As Terry sat, the bus carried on its bumpy ride through the streetlit streets. Each pothole was absorbed very roughly by the worn shocks, giving Terry a hard time finding peace in slumber.
Each pothole brought back to Terry's mind the recent encounter. How could that mysterious character know Terry? Then a private thought occurred in Terry's mind, one that brought shock and a shiver to his spine. 'They've found me...'
That simple thought, tore open a closed wound and spilled forgotten memories all over his memory banks; replaying every horrible deed done in HD vision. To Terry it was as if each memory had happened yesterday....
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