I know you [Tim Breaker & Warlin Door]
He has to stop the car midway the road and a storm forms overhead. Flat tire, no spare. It is certainly a good day for Tim Breaker.
Tim kneels for inspection. Bright Falls is a good few miles away; can’t do all that just running his way down. Rumbles break within clouds, sparkle all over the grey sky. He raises and looks up—
—but a man is there without his call, and Tim’s eyes are pulled to his face as if something beyond drags them together. Could it be his curiosity of a face seen in dreams, could it be the man’s sudden apparition in the middle of nothing, or it simply could be destiny.
“Warlin Door?” Is all Tim can manage at first. “How…” But nothing comes later.
“It took you a while.”
Tim frowns and shakes his head. “What do you mean? You’ve been missing since the 80s.” He walks around the car but the idea—it falters in his head and each step closer to Warlin gives a strange pressure at the back of his neck. The Sheriff palms it, sweaty, feeling overwhelmed and compelled to say more than the simple truth. “I dreamed about you.”
“I knew you would,” Warlin says. Rain begins to pour in timid drops. “I have dreamt of you as well.”
“How did you even survive?” It all feels like a déjà vu. “Where have you been?”
“Do you wonder why you have been kept safe in the Dark Place?”
“Sorry, what?” Tim asks, annoyed as the pressure increases. He recalls cozy corners of a wet not-New York where a board, all sketched and noted, stood. Presses his eyes shut. Warlin appears beneath his eyelids, imprinted on his mind, echoing many dreams prior to this encounter.
As he regards the man once more, he’s gone. “Door? Mr. Door?” But no one answers his call this time.