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I ate my cold pancakes and my stomach thanked me graciously.  After I had eaten every piece there was, I decided it was time to interrogate my Mr. Gorgeous.  “Sam?  I think it’s time you start explaining yourself.  At least, can I see if the parts I found out are correct?” I begged him, hoping to hear anything but his protests.  I looked at Sam’s hands gripping the wheel.  It seemed he was gripping the wheel tighter.  “Fine…” he finally said, giving in. “Are you the one who was supposed to kill me, but because I looked like the girl you once loved, you couldn’t?  And so you took me away so that Levi, the guy you work for, won’t try and kill me?”  It was a lot to say, and it all sounded pretty confusing.  Suddenly Sam pulled over to the side of the road.  Did I hit a nerve in Mr. Gorgeous?  Was it something I said?  Did I hit the nail head-on? 

For a few minutes, there was a deathly silence.  When he was done “meditating,” he turned and looked at me.  “Kat, you’ve got it all wrong,” he started.  What?  How could I have it all wrong?  It all seems so obvious…  All the information seemed to fit into place, but somehow, I had gotten it wrong.  Sam seemed hurt at my “theory.”  “I want to tell you who I am, and why I’ve taken you, but I can’t tell you just yet.  I don’t want something to happen to you,” he continued.  Why does he seem to care so much about my safety?  He barely knows me!  I turned my body to face Sam better.  “Sam, I just can’t seem to understand why you care so much about whether I live or die,” I finally replied.  Sam shook his head as if he couldn’t believe my words.  “You’ve got this enigmatic personality, Kat.  The moment I met you, there was something inside of me that urged me to protect you from the rest of the world.  I just can’t let you die,” he replied.  Die.  I was supposed to die.  Yet somehow, Sam was sent to be my guardian angel.  I hadn’t really grasped that yet. 

I couldn’t look at Sam anymore.  He just kept staring at me, and it scared me the way he was looking at me.  Suddenly, it hit me.  “Do you know me?” I asked.  Sam looked at me like I was crazy.  “Well, yes… You’re Kat,” he answered, a bit dumbfounded.  I rolled my eyes.  He obviously didn’t get what I meant.  “No, Sam.  Do you know me from before?  Have you known who I was all along?”  Sam suddenly felt uncomfortable.  “I… I can’t answer that, Kat,” he replied, turning away from me.  That’s it, no more cliff-hangers…  I pulled at Sam’s shoulder.  “No.  Tell me, now.  I deserve that at least,” I demanded.  At first, Sam’s shoulders were stiff under my hand.  I could feel the tension in his body.  But something I said must have gotten to him because he turned to face me.  I guess I was pretty close because suddenly Sam’s face was mere inches from mine.

I could feel his breath on my lips.  It was so exhilarating.  His eyes were glued to mine.  His lips just looked so inviting.  I was so tempted to grab him right there and kiss him.  Why did I feel this way?   I barely knew this guy, and I wanted to pounce on him.  Well, there is the fact that there was such a sexual attraction; any woman with a right mind would feel the same way I did at that moment.  I could feel that Sam felt the same way.  He inched closer to me; I closed my eyes.  He put his hands on both sides of my face.  I could nearly feel his lower lip against my upper lip, when he let go.  I opened my eyes in confusion.  He pulled away and turned his body from me again.  “I knew you… I mean, I’ll know you one day,” he finally replied.  What?  He’ll know me one day?

Sam!  What are you doing to me?  “You mean, in the future?” I asked slowly.  He couldn’t be serious.  Was he going senile, thinking he was in the movie “Back to the Future?”  I wanted more answers, and I was going to get them, but suddenly Sam turned back onto the road and started driving like a racecar driver.  I looked at him in confusion.  “We’ve lost a lot of time.  Levi is a good tracker, and if we don’t want him to find us, we have to get as far away as possible…  But we need somewhere to sleep.  It’s getting kind of late.  We’ll get off in an hour or so to stop for a rest,” he explained.  Sure enough, a little over an hour later, we exited the highway and found a little, cheap, roach motel.  It was horrible to look at, but it would have to do.  When we entered the room, I actually prayed for there to be only one bed inside.  But when Sam opened the door, there were two twin-sized beds.  Damn!  Wishful thinking…  I knew that Sam wanted to kiss me; he almost did.  But something had stopped him, and I was going to find out what exactly was going on.

“I just realized; I don’t have any other clothes or a toothbrush,” I replied, observing Sam with a duffel bag.  He plopped it onto the bed near the window.  “Yes, you do,” he countered.  How could I have clothes here?  Did I subconsciously pack them on my way to work when Sam took me away from my home?  Not a chance…  “I packed something from your house,” he replied.  He got into my house and stole my clothes and my toothbrush?  But it was there yesterday morning before I went to work…  “You snuck into my house?” I had the nerve to ask.  Sam shook his head.  “No; I was prepared,” he replied.  Back to the Future thing… Right… Supposedly he’s from the future… I think.  Before I could get another word out, Sam tossed a pair of flannel shorts and a white t-shirt at me from the bag.  “I put the toothbrush in the bathroom.  You can use it first,” he said.

This really was insane.  How would Sam know what to do?  How could he be so prepared?  Was he telling the truth?  After I had recuperated in the bathroom, taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I gave Sam a chance to change.  It also gave me some time to think, but my brain didn’t want to cooperate with me.  It was telling me that it was enough thinking for one day, so I turned on the little television.  I flipped through the channels, skimming the news channels, praying my face wasn’t on any of their top stories.  Sarah…  I saw the phone on the nightstand; I was so tempted to just pick up the phone and call her.  She must be worried sick about me.  I shook the feeling off.  I felt guilty for leaving her in the dark about this; then again, I was still in the dark too.

As I watched some mindless drone on TV, something scurried across the floor.  I ignored it the first time, but when it scurried closer to me on the bed, I decided to look.  Suddenly, there was this cockroach on the foot of my bed.  Now, I am DEATHLY terrified of bugs.  Mr. Psycho, otherwise known as Levi, was no sweat to this cockroach scurrying across the foot of my bed.  I began to scream as I jumped off the bed and onto the floor.  Something brushed against my foot; it was another cockroach.  I continued to scream, beginning to run around the room, not knowing where to stop, afraid another cockroach would appear.  The door to the bathroom swung open and Sam appeared with a frightened look on his face.  “What?  Is it Levi?” he asked frantically.  I shook my head, jumping up, just as Sam caught me.  I pointed near the area of my bed.  “Cockroach!” I managed to yell.

Sam rolled his eyes, gently laying me on his bed.  “Is that what all the fuss is about?” he asked.  He grabbed his boot and killed both of the vile bugs instantly.  He got rid of the evidence; it was as if he knew I definitely wouldn’t want that around.  Then he turned back to me with this smug smile on his face.  “Shut up, Sam,” I warned.  He began to laugh.  “It’s not funny.  I’m TERRIFIED of bugs!” I yelled in anger and frustration… and perhaps a little embarrassment.  Sam nodded.  “I know,” he stated.  Of course he did…  “I guess I can go back to my bed… Ugh… I am so scared to see what’s under there…”  Sam smiled, amused with my little display.  I couldn’t bear to put my feet on the floor, so I attempted to reach the other bed by jumping from Sam’s bed across. 

As I tried this stupid attempt, I nearly would have smacked my head right into the floor; I had miscalculated how close the beds actually were.  But Sam was there once again, and he grabbed me.  I had fallen into his arms, my face just centimeters away from his.  OH, this is unbearable!  For a moment, we lingered there in that position, but Sam lightly pulled me away and put me on his bed.  “I can’t,” he said suddenly.  Can’t what?  Oh PLEASE don’t tell me you’re gay, gorgeous…  “Why?” I asked in impatience.  I dreaded the answer, but I knew I had to hear it.  “Kay, I can’t kiss you because you don’t know all the facts,” he began.  Was he really gay? Oh, PLEASE say no…  “So tell me the facts, Sam,” I pleaded.  This was getting ridiculous.  “Okay…  I’m from the future,” he continued.  “I am going to meet you in the future, and we’re going to fall in love.  The reason I didn’t tell you where I lived after eighteen was because I lived in Ruckshire again.  We meet after you begin working at Zelda’s, and it was wonderful… It will be wonderful…”

What do you say to that?  He kept explaining.  “We will be together for an amazing year, and I will even propose.  You really are wonderful, Kat, and by the way, that’s why I knew your nickname.  Anyways, the day before the wedding, you get hit by a car and die.  The day is one I will never forget… June 3, 2008, 4:59pm outside of Zelda’s restaurant…”

WOAH!