The Ancient One (Part 2)

Into The Modern World

I slipped through the clammy, cold cemetery gates the way I came, and quickly walked up the dawning street, heading for the lights. My heart thumped as I walked, feeling the dirt under my nails and soaking into my hands from where I dug. Early morning cars breezed by on the empty road, taking advantage of the otherwise crowded street. I looked down at my hands, and quickly threw them and what I held in my coat pocket. Nothing to be seen.

“Where are you going?” the Ancient One asked in my head.

“Bloor,” I answered gruffly. The digital red hand turned into a white stick figure, and the pouring cars halted for me as I moved quickly, making sure my hands stayed tucked away. I sharply turned left onto the busy street, mapping out my route.

“What the hell is this place?” The ancient one cursed. I could feel his mixed emotions as he looked at the modern world through my eyes.

“Too much to talk about here,” I said aloud, putting off a man walking past in a suit. “And now I look crazy.”

Two golden humps stuck out the next block over, a beacon of a public washroom.

“Thank god,” I mumble, the soreness of my legs now kicking in.

“I said we need to go to a safe place.” The ancient one said.

“And I’m taking us there. We need a rendezvous point where I can fill you in,” I answered bitterly. I would have much preferred to talk in the cemetery, but our time was…