With that she rose up on her toes and leaned
her face forward to kiss me. Naturally, I closed my eyes as I
felt her warm lips softly press against my own. The moment was
very fleeting. Kissing her softly, I felt her warm touch slowly
vanishing. Her hands seemed to vaporize in my grasp, leaving me
holding nothing but air. Suddenly, I was aware of the cool wind
and the empty streets as I opened my eyes to discover that I was
standing at the curb, alone – not a trace of Kristin or
Max. The sun was now below the horizon and the evening breeze
whispered around me. I stood there for several minutes staring
down at my watch in disbelief – it was late evening. I
wouldn't have believed that any of it had ever happened, but,
like an experience out of the Twilight Zone, there in my
left hand was the magician's top hat filled with dollars and
coins.
As I made my way back across town, to the
parking garage, I played the strange scene over in my mind. I
could visualize Kristin and myself strapping Max into the
jacket; I could see the agony on his face as he pulled himself
free. I could see him vanish under the cloth. But I couldn't see
how it was possible. It all seemed like a dream: the feelings,
the small white piece of cloth, the test.
What did he mean when he said I was "the
one?"
