“I was 1/2 eaten now a little over 6 bites out of me, I could feel my self in many different ways I could feel the pain in my body where the boy had taken bites of me, I can feel my self going down into his stomach and the burning from stomach acid,   Oh when will this end.  I feel so much pain I’m not sure how much longer I can handle it” As I had those thoughts all went black and I passed out. 

              He continued to talk to her finally she came out of it, “Yes…  What?  Oh sorry, I was writing.  Did you need something?”  He told Tate of the feelings he had been having, and the things he had been missing, he told her that he wanted to go into town and see the people there.  “I knew this would come, and that you would have these feelings.  Unfortunately we cannot go there.  I cannot ever be seen by any living person for if I was I would surely die.  Further more it has been years, even decades, anyone you knew or that knew you would not be there or recognize you if they were alive.  You can go into town and look around but you will not like it, many things have changed since you last went into town.”  “Well I’m going; I want to see for my self.”  “OK but things will never be the same, when you return”

              So Jebous packed his things and went into town.  Tate began to feel saddened, and tired, she had to get back to her writing so she could get her energy back.

              When he arrived he saw many things that confused him.  There were many cars on the road compared to when he was there last, in fact the cars were even different from his own.  These cars were flying and hovering around like busy bees.  He felt overwhelmed, and could not believe his eyes.  The town had gotten so big and so bright.  Everything moved very quickly, faster than he had ever seen anything move before. Jebous grew weary and cautious.  He had no idea what to do or where to go, and he tried to go to the places he had once been before but couldn’t find them. Everything had changed.  As he drove through the winding streets that were no longer used by conventional means of travel and were not maintained as they used to be, he couldn’t figure out where to go.  He drove around for hours, hitting all the bumps and pot holes that where caused by years and years of wear and tear.  Other people were amazed to see that there was a Conventional car on the road, they would slow to see who it was and what kind of car it was.