LUCAS 1:3 RE-CONNECTING

I landed on my balcony just seconds after confirming the girl's safety intent on returning to my previously magnificent slumber. Preoccupied with the images of my dream that have been burned into my head I didn't even sense his presence in the penthouse until I heard the ice clanking in the highball with a splash of scotch. Being one who valued moderation, he always liked more ice than scotch. There he was, behind my bar, silhouetted by fog, illuminated by the city below.

"I know why you didn't notice me until the ice hit the glass. Did you know she was here? In Richmond that is."

I felt like the girl who just witnessed the destruction of another human being by a creature that clearly was not. I couldn't find the words but they were secondary the moment he connected with me. It felt good, nostalgic, like a pleasant aroma you haven't experienced in a long time.

"You feel why I have come to you do you not?" The shadow behind the bar inquired.

"How's the scotch?"

"I always liked that about you. How you wanted to lie, to tell me that you didn't feel the reason why I come to you tonight, after nearly forever. Instead you asked about your scotch. Both of us know you keep the best scotch on Earth but since you're fishing for compliments: It's exquisite."

"If it wasn't for you feeding my ego I may have starved as a child."

"You certainly were never a child. You play the part well at times but being childish is much different than being a child. That is one of the things you regret isn't it, not having what they call a normal childhood?"

"You're here because it is time isn't it?"

"You have not changed one iota. If I ever want to speak to you about something uncomfortable merely suggesting another topic that makes you squirm more was the path."

Bored with my words I emoted with him again. It had been so long. I always miss it most when I get the opportunity to do it again. My fear, my excitement, my trepidation, all of it filled him. His reaction, eyes closed inhaling one quick luxurious breath told me he missed me.

"I do miss you. I always have brother."

Our eyes had locked and we felt each other from across the room.

"I missed you too." I admitted.

"The girls. There is going to be a third. Tomorrow night."

"Is that what brought you to me after so much time.?"

"He needs you."

"Yeah. I don't have a choice do I?" I asked knowing the answer already.

"He's concerned. The plan, unfortunately, is not going as planned."

"Is that even possible?" I can't believe my ears, or my heart. I felt fear in my oldest friend. I can't think of ever feeling that from him, at least at this level.

"A loophole has been found, one that he, we all, should have caught. As a matter of fact it is truly a miracle that it took so long for them to discover it." With that, in a flash, he flew through the window on his right into the foggy night. While the pane of glass he had just passed through still rippled back to its solid form a frantic knock arrived at the door.