Carl only had two more food deliveries to make for lunch and while he was taking care of them he couldn’t get his mind off of the conversation of the orderlies. He decided to go to the lower floor and see for himself what was going on. Once down there, Carl casually walked over to the Hotel Roche and looked through the small window on the door to the room. He saw the doctor inject the screaming man with a hypodermic needle and was amazed at how fast the medicine worked. The man stopped screaming within minutes and relaxed. The doctor pressed a button on the hospital bed, causing the bed to slide over to the side, revealing a huge hole. The next thing Carl saw was the doctor pushing another button, causing the bed to tilt and dump the man into the hole! The doctor started removing his gloves and Carl took off back upstairs, not knowing if this was classified information and if he would suffer the same fate if he was caught!

Carl finished his shift, looking over his shoulder and feeling anxious about what to do. Should he go to the authorities with this information or keep really quiet? He realized this was why he hadn’t seen Brenda again and also why there was such a great turnover of people in the clinic! He walked home in a stupor, with his head hanging and his brown, thin hair blowing in his eyes. It seemed that the doctors at the clinic didn’t need anyone’s permission to do this ‘assisted suicide’ and it wasn’t so much suicide as homicide. “Apparently, since they are drug addicts, their lives just don’t matter,” Carl said out loud to himself.

Tim looked up and said, “Jim! Where have you been man? What is different about you, Jim and where have you been?”

“I’m clean, man and it is beautiful!” Jim answered.

“Listen to you, talk! You are thinking clearly!” Harold said.

“Hey, we don’t have long. In fact, I am surprised you missed that van sweep. We’ve got to get you out of here,” Jim said.

Tim said, “What are you talking about, man? You are just paranoid.”

Jim said, “I’ll try to explain, briefly. Right before my partner screwed me over, a young lady I knew told me about a disturbing future. I know what you are going to say…don’t listen to manipulative women who pretend to know things that are coming ahead. But don’t worry, I had her thoroughly checked out and found out she was on the level and apparently 98% of the things she predicted had come true.”

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Harold said, “I can’t believe the change in you, Jim. Four days ago you could hardly string three words together and now you are really talking like you are from Wall Street!”

Jim said, “Thank you Harold, but I really need to tell you guys something important. June told me that the Elite have some terrible plans they are going to put into play. She said they plan to eliminate most of the lower class, because they say there are too many people on this planet. I think it is happening guys. I just have a sinking feeling about the cruise ships for the homeless and I didn’t tell you what I saw in those vans. Tim, Harold, they were taking drug addicts who were passed out off of the streets, out of tents, anywhere they saw them and stacking them on top of each other in the vans. Does that sound like they are helping drug addicts? It sounds like total disregard for human life to me! We have got to get out of Portland, asap.”

“ I started doing drugs after my partner screwed me over and after June told me about the evil plans. I wanted to forget all of that, but when I saw that van and realized things are moving ahead, whether I had my head stuck in the sand, refusing to see what was happening or not, I knew I had to get sober and try to help my friends,” Jim explained.

Harold said, “Jim, you know we care about you a great deal, but do you know you sound crazy? I know I’m not one to talk, I know, but I;m not going to go running off to who knows where just because you listened to some psychic.”

“Yeah, what he said!” Tim echoed.

“Guys, I care about you. You took care of me when I couldn’t think straight! You have been my family and I don’t want to see you mistreated. Please come with me. Please!” Jim pleaded.

Tim said, “It ain’t gonna happen, Jim. Now you can get that crazy idea out of your head and we can go back to being our happy family. Lookie, here is L’il Bob; he has missed you.”

Harold said, “Yeah, Jim, it is almost supper time. Let’s go to the mission.”

Jim sat down and put his head in his hands. “I didn't expect this. So you guys won’t consider going with me?”

Tim said, “Come on Jim, I scored some really good meth. Have a hit with us and calm down.”

Jim said, “Here is where we part ways. It is truly a sad day for me. I wish you well, Tim and Harold. He gave them both a huge hug and turned and walked away.