jagill: Good story. I think the scariest part is when he rounds the corner and sees his Saab towed in. That's gotta give you one of those chills that "flood" you. The kind like you get when you reach into your pocket for your wallet that contained $100 and your pocket is empty! I must confess, I pause over email names so caught on to that one easily. I guess it helps that I took driver's education in school. You see, we had to watch a film one day in class about a guy who showed up at restaurants, stores, outside on the sidewalk, etc. His mission was to convince people they were going to be late for an appointment or something. He would urge them to get in their car and hurry somewhere. The hurrying always resulted in a car wreck. The message was obvious. But we didn't understand about Mr. Rellik until he dropped his business card on a diner table beside a chrome napkin holder and could read the name (sort of) in reverse in the reflection. Thanks for posting. Cambert: As said above, your story was rich. I have no good measure of it but it's possible it had too many adjectives, if there is such a thing. On the other hand, you "painted" a good image of how the room looked that evening and captured the "feel" as well. Since it's confession time, I must admit I seem to have missed the point of the story. Did someone get re-incarnated? Brought back to life? I thought someone was going to get eaten but that may be due to the earlier story...grin. Someone help me! Thanks for sharing, Cambert!