In almost an instant, David found himself standing in a small office. He looked to his right and there was a boy with long, flowing dreadlocks standing next to him, wearing some kind of military school uniform.
The boy had on a black shirt with a purple tie, black trousers, a dress hat with a black and purple cover, black shoes and socks, and a pair of black gloves. His dreadlocks, which were wrapped behind him in a ponytail, were longer and much better kept. David didn't know where he was.
“Who are you?” David was shocked. “What’s going on here? Where am I?”
“The name is Walker,” the boy said extending his hand with a smile. “It’s nice to meet.”
David didn't shake the boy's hand. But before David could say anything else, a door was opened and a woman with short brown hair and hazel eyes walked into the office wearing a purple, three-piece suit.
“Thank you, Walker,” the woman said. “That will be all. You can go back to your post now. Dinner will be ready at seven, ok?”
“Alright,” Walker said. Then he kissed her on the cheek. “See ya later, David!”
Then Walker simply disappeared. Like chalk being erased from a chalk, the boy just faded away.
“That’s my boy,” the woman said as she walked passed David and sat behind her desk. “He’s a mess, but he’s my mess.”
David Johnson couldn't believe his eyes
“It‘s ok,” the woman said to David.
David took a seat at the chair in front of the desk and observed the office. There wasn’t anything fancy about it at all¬ ¬- brown walls, a desk, a computer, a few pictures of herself and Walker.
“My name is Carolyn Cross,” she began with her hands folded together. “I’m one of the directors of this organization.”
David looked around the office again. Whatever kind of organization this was, it must not have been a very big organization, he thought.
“Walker speaks very highly of you,” Carolyn continued. “That’s why I would like to offer you membership here. I think you’ll find that we can help you stay out of trouble.”
“What trouble?” David said firmly, still thinking about how his wrath against the purse-stealing thug had been interrupted. “I’m not in any trouble. And if I were, I don’t think there’s anything you, that kid, or your small little office could do for me.”
Carolyn smiled. Then she reached for a purple button under her desk. David saw the button as she was about to press it and thought nothing of it. Maybe she was going to buzz someone in. When she did pressed the button, however, there was nothing. No buzz. No ring. Not one sound.
Suddenly, he saw movement in the wall behind Carolyn. David babbled something as if to warn her of approaching danger. But then the wall stopped moving and a black door simply appeared. Carolyn didn‘t say anything. She just signaled with her neck to follow her, then she walked through the black door. David followed behind with slow steps.