MIchael stared at her..trying to figure out where she fit into everything. The dream kept flashing in the back of his mind, and now this information about Peter. Peter couldn't be a killer, it wasn't something Michael would accept...something he could not accept. He stood, turning away from her.
"Michael, what's wrong?"
"I can't believe that Peter did this. It's not possible. The person who did this must have looked like Pete, but it can't be him. I've known him forever."
"Have you ever seen his hands?"
Michael turned, looking at her. "No, he's never taken his gloves off around me and i have never pried into the accident."
"Then you haven't seen the bones."
"What are you talking about?"
"Indeed, what are you talking about?" A third voice added quietly. Both Michael and Jenna turned to look at the man, Jenna visibly backing away. He was tall, broad shouldered and smiling, the long coat hanging from his shoulders, covering his frame.
"Sir, i don't believe this conversation belongs to you."
"Fair enough, Michael, i acquiesce to your request for my departure." The man turned, the coat swirling around him.
"How did you know my name?" Michael asked as an afterthought.
"For me to answer that question is to invite me to stay."
"But..."
Jenna leaned over to him. "You have to make him go away. He was at my parents funeral with Peter and another man, they seemed to be talking about something. I couldn't get close enough to hear what was going on."
"So, do i stay or do i go?"
"You stay, for now..."
"Very well then." The man sat down across from the two of them, Jenna having pulled in close to Michael for support. She was definitely on the verge of freaking out.
"My name is Abbodai."
"Abbodai? What kind of name is Abbodai?"
"Abbodai is the name i was given a very long time ago by a person who pulled me out of a very nasty predicament. He showed me how fucked up I was and brought me back towards being a person."
"Uh-huh." Michael was about to blow this guy off, this night was getting worse than the day. First the biology test, then the blackout, then this.
"My young friends, I offer a piece of advice. Let this day pass into tomorrow without further incident. You are both tired and neither of you is quite certain of what is and is not. Relax, take the rest of the day off and come at tomorrow with a bright and refreshed perspective. The burdens of tomorrow will come at their own pacing, you should deal with the burdens of today."
"Interesting advice, i think i'm going to take you up on it." Michael smiled softly, realizing that this was probably a good time to go home and get some more sleep. "Jenna, we can talk some more about this tomorrow. My head hurts, i really don't feel like hanging out here, and i think we both need to calm down just a little bit."
"All right, Michael, but you were warned, that's the best I can hope to do."