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The Wanderer Follows...

They didn’t know what woke him up. Whatever it had been, must have been powerful. It all felt so unreal, yet the time, his appearance, it was all true. He had been in a coma for 3 months. He made it through his physical without a hitch. No lingering damage. He was discharged, given his personal effects.
The 36 dollars in his wallet. His identification. A ticket stub on an old movie. His baseball.
He pined for his life, for the chance to undo all the damage he had done.
John. Where was John? Where was Sarah? They were gone. One would return for him. He had no idea where the other was. He remembered killing a man. He remembered an empty building, filled with empty rooms.
The Traveler. He was looking for the Traveler. He had Sarah.
“Finally awake…”
He turned around to see a man dressed in a blue suit, a white shirt, a red silk tie. His hair was slicked back. He had a newspaper in his hand.
“Who are you?”
“I told you it doesn’t work”
“What doesn’t work?”
“You can’t kill me, Mr. Marks, but I can help you”

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