In case you are ever in trouble.
I take it off with trembling hands.
The mysterious woman who came to equalize.
I will never forget her words. Never.
I could die here.
Or I could make the man who did all this to me pay.
Images run through my mind, images of murder.
Murdering Jared Sutton and every single person who was involved with him. Just like I murdered my father.
My body gets up.
I search through dumpsters for clothes and finally find some at a church, in bags. I take the first best thing.
I find I am still in New York, in Manhattan.
A man walks towards me. I deliberately stumble into him and steal his phone from his coat pocket.
Blood leaks from my chest into my clothes.
I disappear around the corner into another block and hide between two houses.
It writes Blackberry on it.
I look at the date. It’s December 12, 2011.
I have no idea where the past year went.
How is it December?
My mind is in chaos.
I type in the number engraved on the bracelet.
The number does not exist.
Only then do I realize I might need the country code.
I type 0039 before the number. It’s the only one I know.
It rings.
“Yes,” answers a woman.
“You once gave me a bracelet in the streets of Palermo,” I say. She might not even remember it. This is all stupid. “In case I ever was in trouble.”
“Are you?” asks the woman.
“I kind of am,” I say. “I am in need of equalizing.”
A moment's pause on the other end.
“Where are you?”
