The following was provided by Gordon Roussel Please write me back to give me your opinions. Thanks. -Chris Brodka- ----------------------------------------------------- Twin Peaks: FIREWALKERS Through the darkness of future past the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds, fire walk with me. ...Buenos Aires, Palm Deluxe Hotel, May 1989. Special Agent Phillip Jeffries walked briskly to the fire exit on the 2nd floor. The adrenaline had begun to flow through him since his sudden return from Philadelphia and his heavy bag he was carrying felt like it was a feather. The smell of the scorched wall he just left behind was still lingering in his nostrils. He was heading to room number 114 on the 1st floor to tell Judy that the message had not been received, at least not at the preferred moment. The sweat on his palms made the leather handle on his Gucci suitcase slippery and hard to hold onto. Many things were racing through his mind as the fluorescent lights flickered when he walked by. The events of the past two years and moments ago have driven him to the brink of madness. "The wrong time godamnit, I can't believe it was the wrong time!" he scolded himself, mentally slapping himself in the face. It was hard to explain all that has happened, the places he had gone, the horrors he had whitnessed in a a few short minutes. He needed more time. Time is the one thing they handle so well. The frightened ramblings of the bellboy and maid were quiet now. He turned his head and sees the long hallway he is now in completely deserted. "Pawns" he uttered in a low voice to himself as he opened the door to the fire exit. The door opened with a slight shriek, the sound of metal on metal. Jeffries rapidly descended the dimly lit concrete staircase to the 1st floor. "Deeper...deeper...deeper" he thought, amazed on how fast his feet were moving. In a matter of seconds he arrived to his destination. His momentum and his heart stopped simultaneously as he peered into the small vertical rectangle that was on the door leading to the 1st floor. He was going so fast and suddenly stopping almost made him fall flat on his face. Self defence training from the FBI had taught him balance as well as many other things. The feeling of being shot with a small jolt of electricity tore through every nerve in his body. This familiar feeling he had just experienced was fear. Jeffries peered into the window and the blood started to leave his head. On the other side there was someone that he had seen many times before. With his size he practically took up the whole hallway, which looks like another place that he has been before as well. The walls with doors leading to other rooms are replaced with red curtains, and the dark brown carpeting that line the floor is replaced with black and white zigzags going left to right and right to left. "No!" Phillip whispered as he backed-up slightly, his back now feeling the coldness of the concrete wall. His grip on his bag is released and it falls to the floor with a slight thud. A piercing silence intervenes on the moment. The Giant stares through the window, a cold expression on his face. The stillness is broken with the deep disfigured speech from the huge man that is not more than ten feet from his position. "Mike is in the waiting room. He sits with the Arm..." There is a long moment of eternity as Jeffries still breathes heavily. The Giant continues. "The thread has been torn. The future is past." The Giant turns around and slowly walks down to the other end of the hallway. There, he opens a cut in the red curtain and steps through. The Lodge hallway immediately vanishes and Jeffries is left to stare into the stye that is known as Palm Deluxe hotel. Traumatized, he collapses into a ball on the floor, his arms covering his head. Reflexes and memories raveled into one of doing this in school during the Cuban missile crisis. For some reason which is oblivious to him, Special Agent Phillip Jeffries weeps. The only confusing feeling that had been going through his mind is that of great loss. "Everything is happening so fast." he thought. The madness is interrupted by a slight tapping on the door window. Jeffries raises his heavy head enough to look with one eye. The sweat on his brow dripped down and stung him as some sort of punishment for his cowardice. Standing there looking in on him from the other side, with the calmness and beauty of a summer stream was the woman that he has been traveling with for the past two years. The woman he had learned to call a friend. Judy.