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If you want to shatter the Western mental structures, the Western mind so to speak, which is now permeating the whole Earth and its materialist/dualistic philosophy, the way you do it is you take something that is supposed to be in the Spirit World, because even in the West we can make allowance for the Spirit World, that we can study it through mythology through religion through imagination through poetry, BUT the one unforgivable sin to the Western mind is when something that should be in the Spirit World transgresses and shows up in the Physical World. That traffic is the cardinal sin for the Western mind so it has great power to shatter the belief structure of a Western mind when that occurs and that's precisely what's occurring in this abduction phenomenon.
- John Mack, psychiatrist / researcher
It had been a long day at the vets’. Denise’s feet and back were sore, and her eyes were swollen. Euthanising clients’ pets was never easy, but… three in one day? And the third client hadn’t even stayed in the room while his dog took his final breaths…
One last look at the world, and that poor dog had seen his beloved human walk out the door.
Some people said it was cruel to take the life of an innocent creature, just because it was ill. Others said it was cruel to keep an animal alive and in pain, to endure treatments that might not even work.
But Denise knew: the really cruel thing was to leave an animal to die on its own, or with only strangers by its side.
The phone rang in reception, shaking Denise out of her thoughts. She remembered suddenly that she’d come into the store cupboard to get more supplies for Alistair’s clinic room. Now, then… what was it he’d asked her to fetch?
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At the recepton desk, Paul picked up the phone. “Good evening, Lovell-James. This is Paul speaking. How can I help you?”
His father’s voice came down the line. “Hi, Paul, how are you?”
“Oh, fine, thanks, Dad, just doing some paperwork. Busy day, so there’s a lot to catch up on.” He looked down at the stack of files on the desk in front of him, and sighed. Most of these would get a, “deceased,” stamp, and go in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. It had been that kind of, “busy day.”
“Oh, right. Listen, I just called to let you - or your Mum - know not to worry if I’m not there when you get home tonight. It’s a lovely evening, so I’m going out on my bike. I’ve made a lasagne, so pop it in the oven when you like. I’m sure I’ll be home by the time you’re ready to serve it up. See you later.”
“Oh, my favourite,” Paul said, “I love your cooking.”
Just at that moment, Denise came out of the store-cupoard, carrying a box of staples and a jar of paperclips.
Paul waved her over. “Mum, Dad’s on the phone. Do you want to say hello?”
His mother grimaced apologetically, and shook her head. “Sorry, love, I’m in a bit of a rush. Love to your Dad, though! And then she disappeared into Alistair Lloyd’s clinic room, the door bumping shut behind her.
Paul chewed his lip and fiddled with the phone cord - yes, Lovell-James was still in the Dark Ages - as he said, “Sorry, Dad, she’s so busy. Um… So we’ll see you later, then. I love you. So does Mum!”
“I love you, too,” said his father, “Bye, now.”
The line clicked, and Paul was left alone at the reception desk. Alone to wonder how his father could find anything appealing in cycling, or how his mother could be in any kind of rush to deliver stationery.
He shook his head, and went back to his files.
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Denise put the staples down on Alistair’s desk, and then perched on the edge.
“Now, then,” she said, “Now that we might actually have some time alone…”
Alistair grinned, and got out of his leather swivel chair. He wrapped his arms around Denise’s waist, and lifted her to her feet, drawing her close. “I was just thinking something similar myself. Listen, Jakob’s covering the surgery tonight. I thought you and I could go somewhere together, just the two of us. I’ve been wanting to try out the new rooms at Grey Gables ever since it re-opened. What do you say?”
Denise rested her forehead against his, and groaned. “I can’t. John’s expecting me home…”
“Well, tell him there’s an emergency at the surgery… or a callout!” Alistair kissed her. “I’ll book us a room at Grey Gables, and we can… spend as long there as we want… and nobody will be any the wiser.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” She kissed him, and then rested her head on his shoulder. “Bring your callout kit. I’ll tell Paul to go home without me, and let John know I’m working late.” She drew back for a moment, her dark brown eyes melting into his bright blue ones. “Are we really doing this?”
Alistair laughed softly. “I think we are.” Again, he pressed his lips to hers. “Now, go and get ready, and remember to make it look urgent.”
“You just want to see me out of breath and pink in the face,” Denise said.
They both giggled.
They let each other go, and Denise hurried back out to reception.
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“Paul, love, you’re going to have to see yourself home for supper,” Denise said, rushing past the desk, “We’ve had an emergency callout. Injured sheep.”
“What, at Brookfield?” Paul said. He’d grown quite fond of the Archers’ docile sheep. The thought of one of them geting hurt, today of all days, pulled at his heart.
“Yeah, yeah, Brookfield,” Denise lied, glad that Paul was filling in the details for her. She realised she’d have to let Alistair know what information she’d fed her son, but she’d have time for that late. “So Alistair and I are going up there, now. Can you drop the car at ours, and then walk yourself back to the Stables?”
“Dad’s cooking,” Paul reminded her, “So I’m coming over for dinner. You remember?”
Denise stopped rummaging through her callout bag, and looked up. Her face fell. “Oh, my God, I completely forgot!” A pang of guilt shot through her chest. Ruining a nice family meal…
“Don’t worry,” Paul said, “It’s lasagne. Easy to save some for later. And Dad said he wanted to go for a bike ride, so you might get back in time to eat together anyway.” He smiled brightly. “In the meantime, I shall try not to gobble it all up by myself. But I can’t make any promises. After all, everyone I love is abandoning me, and my favourite food will be right there… I might be tempted to comfort-eat.” He sighed theatrically, and then grinned. “No, really. Don’t worry. Make sure that sheep’s all right!”
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Denise waited for Alistair to unlock his car, and… well, maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise - he was a gentleman, after all - but it did: he held the passenger door open for her.
“Oh, thank you, Alistair!” she said, climbing in and settling on the leather seat. Lovell-James was certainly generous with its company cars, even if it was only the vets who drove them.
“I’ve been looking forward to doing that for so long,” he said, getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. He pulled the door shut and reversed out of his named parking space, skidding on the gravel as he sped them out of the carpark. “And, with any luck, I’ll be doing it for you a lot more often from now on.”
Denise giggled. “I’l like that. John’s never really gone in for chivalry.” She reached for Alistair’s left hand, and laced her fingers through his. “God, I can’t believe we’re finally… you know! Having a night together!”
The car hummed down the country lanes, over the Am, and around the bend towards Grey Gables. Hedgerows loomed in the headlights. An owl flew alongside Alistair’s Mercedes.
And a deer leaped into the road, right in front of them!
Alistair slammed on the brakes, swerving and swearing as the tyres slid across the tarmac. “Jesus Christ!” The car stopped.
The deer ran away, unharmed.
Just for a moment, Denise and Alistair thought everything was fine.
And then something crashed into the bonnet, metal smashing into metal as a shape thumped the windscreen, cracking the glass.
Denise screamed, her hands flying up to protect her face.
Alistair gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He reached for the handbrake, put on the hazard lights, and tried to breathe.
Only one of his car’s headlights was working, now… but it was enough.
As Alistair opened the driver-side door, he could see a body lying in the road.
“Oh, God, Denise,” he murmured, ears ringing, “I’ve hit someone.”
“What?” Denise’s voice cracked. “How can--”
“I think… When I swerved… I must’ve--” Did it matter how it had happened? He’d hit someone… Someone who was on the ground now. That was the important part.
Alistair unclipped his seatbelt and climbed out of the car.
He crouched down by the casualty, blood wetting his hands. “Hello, can you hear me?” And then he saw the man’s face. A face that he knew. “Oh, God!” he yelled, “Denise, call an ambulance!”
Denise was already on the phone, stumbling out of the car. “Ambulance, please. There’s been an accident.”
She tripped over something, and cried out, “My leg!” When she looked down to see what had gouged her calf, she saw the buckled front wheel of a bike.
As the ambulance dispatcher started asking about, “breathing and conscious,” Denise staggered around the front of the car.
And then she screamed.
“Denise, give me the phone,” Alistair said, holding out his hand, “Don’t look! Don’t look at him!”
But it was too late.
Denise sank to her knees beside him, numbly handing her phone to Alistair as she stared at the man laying still in front of her.
Road-rash had obliterated the tattoos on his legs. His hi-vis cycling shorts and jersey were torn and soaked in red. And the flashing, flashing, flashing of the hazard lights kept lighting up his open eyes. His brown eyes.
John’s brown eyes.
And the last thing Denise heard before she fainted was Alistair’s voice.
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