White Noise 2: The Light Page #2

people who are about to die all the time.

- We just don't know it.

- But what if I do, Marty?

What if I do know

when somebody will die?

- And now you've got this superpower?

- It's not a superpower.

Call it what you want, but that sure as hell

sounds like superhero bullshit to me.

Stop talking all this nonsense.

Come on, you stupid thing.

Get over the track.

- Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

- Come on!

Hey!

You've gotta move!

Come on!

Get out of there!

Move!

Hey!

- Get outta there!

- I can't! My foot's caught! Help me!

Help me!

Get off the track!

Move!

I'm so sorry.

- Yeah?

- How'd you feel about me dropping by?

Abe, uh...

Yeah, sure. When?

How does right freaking now grab you?

Thanks.

What the...?

No way.

Son of a b*tch.

Excuse me, sir

- Dammit.

- You should get out.

Beat it, kid. I've dropped a couple

of lug nuts. I think I can handle it.

I don't think that bumper is gonna hold.

Look, I don't need some dipshit kid

telling me what to do, OK?

So you can take your metrosexual ass

back to your yuppie car and...

- Whoa!

- What are you doing?

- The bumper was gonna...

- Get away from me.

I owe you my life.

No, Marty, I swear to God, I am fine.

All right. All right, but maybe you should...

I don't know, take a little time off

or something, you know.

- I don't want you overdoing it.

- All right. I'll think about it. Thanks.

You saved somebody's life tonight.

- Would you consider Dad tall?

- No, no, short.

Very short?

- No offence.

- We short people have thick skin

cos it doesn't get stretched

over a tall frame.

Yeah. True.

There's the Austrian coach. Looks like

she's trying to throw him. Ha! Nice job!

Sh*t!

- Two weeks? That's so far.

- I know.

- I'll have to come.

- Yeah.

Ugh! OK. Three-martini lunches,

here I come.

I'll be right there

to put the easy into listening.

- Jesus Christ!

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

- Don't worry. You can make it up to me.

- Just take it easy.

I might even let you pick up overtime

in my hotel room, you know what I mean?

- Hey, come on.

- Just leave it.

All right, that's enough.

- Stop it!

- Get him!

Stop it, you're hurting him!

Stop it, you're hurting him!

Hey! Hey!

- Hey!

- Sh*t! Guys, guys!

Hey!

- Help! Help!

- Let's go.

I'm slipping!

Please, pull me up.

Pull me up!

Are you OK?

Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

Me, I'm not so sure about.

Abe, I missed you at work today.

I guess you decided to take that time off.

Give me a call when you get a chance,

all right? Later.

Playing God for another day.

- Hello?

- Hey, Marty.

I'm on my way to the hospital

to check on that kid I helped earlier.

- Would you meet me there?

- Uh, yeah. Sure.

Great. And...

that stuff you're holding for me,

will you bring it?

I'm ready.

- OK, sure.

- Thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

- Thank you very much for meeting me.

- No problem, man.

There are things in here

that are gonna reopen wounds.

- Are you sure you're ready?

- I'm positive.

- OK.

- Thanks.

- Hey, call me if you need anything.

- I will.

Hey there.

- Oh, hey. Mr Dale.

- I was checking to see how Kurt's doing.

Needed stitches, a few scrapes, bruises,

and we're doing a keep overnight

to make sure there's no concussion...

..but he should be fine.

Thanks.

Oh, come on.

Not a word.

You b*tch!

Hey. Hey, are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I think you just saved my life.

Well, it's beginning to be a f***ing habit.

Trust me, it's no big deal.

- Dude, it was my life.

- Well, I didn't mean it like that.

It's you.

Yeah. Yeah, you were my nurse.

It's busted.

I'm so sorry.

That's OK.

- You're hurt. Let me look.

- It's fine.

Hey.

Let me fix you up.

It's the least I can do. Come on.

It's a superficial laceration. Nothing a few

stitches and antibiotics can't take care of.

You are either staring at my ring

or admiring my rack. Which is it?

- The ring. I was...

- I'm just kidding.

It's my old wedding ring.

My husband died a couple of years ago

so I like to keep it close to my heart.

You must have loved him very much.

Yeah.

He was a music teacher

at Sacred Heart Elementary,

and those kids adored him.

He had a unique approach. No doh-ray-mi

crap. He'd organise this recital every year,

have the kids sing Bowie, Pink Floyd,

Rush, The Beach Boys, Jane's Addiction.

- You name it.

- Sounds amazing.

Yeah. It was incredible.

But the end just... It came so quick.

One day we're just living, you know?

Then, boom, he's dead.

That's terrible.

Yeah.

But...

I wake up

and it just hit me.

I had to let Tommy go.

I'll see him again someday. Until then,

you have to accept

what it's supposed to be about.

- Did you two have any kids?

- No.

No. But I still put on the recital

every year in his honour.

The next one's in a couple of days.

- And you should totally come.

- Maybe.

Here.

Take this. Think it over.

Call me if you're interested.

Hey, the cops are here.

Yeah. Tell them their timing sucks.

Is this the present you got Dad

for your anniversary? Can I see it? Can l?

I don't suppose your dad

put you up to this, did he?

No way. Just wondering is all.

I bet it's that watch he wanted, right?

You tell your dad

that he's just gonna have to wait.

Besides, it's just a few days away.

- Are you all right?

- I'm OK, Mom. That man saved our lives.

Thank you!

That's all right.

That's all right.

Henry Caine.

Should not

have saved. Should not have saved.

Should not have saved.

Should not have saved.

Should not...

have saved.

- Julia Caine? My name is Abraham...

- Abraham Dale.

I always knew you'd come.

Please, come on in.

Excuse the mess. We're moving.

I am so sorry for what my husband did

to your wife and son.

Henry was the most down-to-earth, don't-

question-things guy you could ever meet.

So, uh...

so what happened, then?

He, uh...

he had a near-death experience.

He was hit by a drunk driver head-on.

He must have died three times that night.

They finally revived him in the early hours

and then we brought him home

a week later.

That's when it all began -

the strange behaviour,

the weird ideas about life, about death.

He just got so obsessed

with the paranormal.

EVP, the white light,

precognition, all that kind of stuff.

He even thought he could save people.

At first I thought it was understandable.

This man almost died.

But then it just got to be too much.

What do you mean by too much?

I'll show you.

You see? I'll leave you to it.

Oh, sh*t!

Henry was always blowing fuses in here.

Really? Hm.

Um...

Do you have any idea

what the e stands for?

No.

Would you mind if I took

some of this stuff to look over?

Sure. I don't want any of it.

Look, I am sorry again

for what my husband did.

I can't believe how far gone he is.

- "ls"? What are you talking about?

- What do you mean?

- You said "is".

- And?

Don't you mean "was"?

"How far gone he was"?

You don't know?

- Henry's still alive.

- I saw him pull the trigger.

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