Free Giddeon (Silver Strand Series) by G.B. Brulte, Greg Brulte, Gregory Brulte

anything else to do.  
     
    Of course, it didn’t work.
     
    The one time I thought I might get through to you was when you went to the golf course and met Boris while you were taking pictures.   I got inside of the cat, and I think I even influenced him to paw the air where Greg was standing.   I was hoping perhaps you could see an outline of him like I did with Giddeon at Seaport Village .
     
    No such luck.
     
    I begged you to follow Boris to his boat… it was only a little over a mile, away.   I thought that maybe then someone could have told you whose boat it was, and what had happened to the owner.
     
    Obviously, that didn’t happen.
     
    I swam with Greg back out to the Catalina in the bay, and climbed on board with him and Giddeon.   I had overheard Giddeon’s talk about future visitors being in our heads, and after my experience with the cat, I had to give the idea some credence.   After all, I’m no stranger to such magic, because, I had seen quite a lot of the unexplained in my few short years.   Giddeon tends to think of magic as science, by the way.
     

     
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    I guess I should back up and explain…
     

     
    *****
     

     
    So… you know how Giddeon spoke of monstrous things that frightened him when he was little?   How they had sharp teeth and claws and would try to get him, but they couldn’t, because their nails and fangs would just go right through him?
     
    I don’t want to scare you, but I saw the same things.  
     
    I think a lot of kids can see them, at least when they’re young.   That’s why so many children are afraid of the dark.   I believe Giddy can see them, too, but… I don’t know… they don’t seem to bother him.   I think he thinks they’re funny.   Somehow he figured out early on that they can’t hurt him.   So, when you see him smiling and laughing at nothing in particular, I don’t think it’s always rainbows and unicorns… although I’m sure sometimes it is…   I believe, a lot of times, it’s the monsters.
     
    Where do they come from?   I don’t have a good answer for that… but I can guess.   I think maybe they come from us.   From the darkness inside of people.   I know you always look on the bright side of things and try to see the good in everyone, but, I’m a little more cynical.   Actually, a lot more cynical.   Giddeon is quite a bit like you, also, you know?   He’s seen thousands of alternate realities, and believe me, a lot of them aren’t pretty, but, still, he doesn’t dwell on the awfulness.
     
      He always says, ‘Got to take the good with the bad.’
     
    ‘Can’t have one without the other.’
     
    Or something along those lines.  
     
    I try to tell him otherwise, but he just smiles and kisses me.   Of course, that makes me forget about the pain and suffering for a while, but… I keep coming back to it.   Like a dog returning to its vomit… sorry to be so crude.   But, if you’d seen what I’ve seen… I think you’d understand.
     

     
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    I’ve seen fathers behead their daughters.   I’ve seen wives poison their husbands.   I’ve seen total strangers gouge each other’s eyes out, and an angry mob put a tire soaked in gasoline around a woman and a baby and light them on fire.
     
    I can still hear their screams.
     
    I’ve been to concentration camps that are like something out of the most hellish hell you can imagine.   And, I’m not talking about in some distant past… I didn’t learn how to time-travel until I followed Giddeon… I’m talking about going on right now.
     
    Right here, right now.
     
    In the good, old, best of times.
     
    I think it’s always been this way… at least it has for a long, long stretch.   For so long that the Eden you have in your Bible is so distant that it’s just a nearly forgotten dream.
     
    And, if you recall, the Eden of the future still hadn’t totally escaped Man’s nature.   Remember the visitors that tried to do a