05-11-2010

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As I watched the brick crash through the window, I realized this was going to end very bad. Where was I? What was I doing in front of a bakery? I had definitely gone over the edge, and what was the most terrifying part was something felt very wrong, especially since I wasn't too sure what had incensed me to violence.

A bakery? Really?

"What the..." Jane called out behind me.

When did she get here? For that matter, when did I get here? I turned around and found a dozen people standing completely still, staring at me. Some were shocked, others in awe and a few were waiting to see what happened next. I wasn't too sure if they were going to get more of a show, but as I turned back to the bakery, I was open to the possibility.

"Derek," Jane said, "what the hell are you doing?" She grabbed my shoulder, spun me around and slapped me on the face. "Why did you do that to my store?" She fluttered about, screeching inaudible words, arms flapping in all directions, apparently to emphasize her point.

Her store? Jane owns a bakery? Did I really only black out? Then it hit me, How did I get here again?

"Jane?" I muttered. I must have looked as confused as I felt as she tilted her head and stopped from smacking me a second time. "When... Why I am here?" I couldn't help but keep looking at the shattered window, but had to stay on guard from more stiles from Jane as well.

"Are you all right, Derek?" Jane said. "You look.. Like shit."

"Thanks?" I said, sure it was a good thing considering I had just blown out a store front window. As I stepped towards the window in awe I would such a thing, a rather rotund bald man came out of the back of the store with a baseball bat cocked and ready to swing as he headed right for me in the window opening.

Luckily, Jane saw the man and cried for him to stop. And he did, but not before I was cowering on the sidewalk among the shards of glass. I peeked over my arm that was shielding me, the man stood there with the bat still cocked, yet limp; his head tilted as well. "He don't look right," he said to Jane.

We all remained motionless for several minutes; even the bystanders. Nothing seemed right, to me, to Jane. She looked terrified to see me, yet she also looked at me as though I wasn't the same person.

Little did I know at the time I wasn't the same person she had known up to this point, and I wasn't in Kansas anymore; literally.

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