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Something has happened to me which I do not understand.

All I know for certain is I am alive. How I got here.

Who I am I do not know, but I must have seen or done something,

something terrible, to be buried alive, to left for dead.

I can remember nothing of my life. My friends, or my enemies.

But the key to my identity lies somewhere out there.

I will search until I find the man I was, and hope to be again.

In the darkness I remember light, swirling colors

piercing my eyes like twin daggers that I awake.

find myself dappled with a different light.

Ragged rays from the sun, lying flat on my back

in some sort of covered wagon, traveling fast over rough terrain.

Beyond that, I have not a clue.

I do not know where I am. Now I got here.

Our who in God's name is this strange little woman taking me on this journey.

She will not speak. Not so much as grunted me.

She just turns around from time to time to stare.

I haven't the strength to even stare back. Within moments, I am asleep again.

and awaken to find myself astride my own horse, riding.

But to where? I do not

even know what state of the union I'm in.

But yet I keep riding.

exhausted.

I feel literally as though I have not slept for weeks. It all becomes too much.

I have to stop.

to rest.

Sleep comes, but not rest.

My unconscious mind is a soft...

by images and faces I do not recognize.

Events I don't ever remember happen.

Something did happen. And for reasons I do not understand,

has been buried in the deepest regions of my brain.

My mind is now whirling, pieces of a puzzle swarming inside me like hornets.

If I can just get it down on paper, try to list and preserve these fragments.

Perhaps the puzzle pieces will begin to link.

Remember now.

I had been riding for weeks deep into the Oklahoma territory.

I was searching for a place that someone I can't recall their face.

I'd recommended to me a small town called Elysium.

I was told that just on its outskirts, I would find a doctor named Dunlevy,

a physician who possessed powers that could help me.

What I found instead was a kind of traveling museum.

of which I've never seen.

of California justice. The severed hand of infamous three-fingered Drat Garcia

and the head of the band, Watine Murieta,

reserved and displayed as warning of the faith

that awaits those who transgress the laws of our great nation.

The authentic and eponymous dagger of Colonel James Bowie,

American hero and last to fall at the Alamo. Eyewitnesses swear to the fact that,

as the villain Santa Hannah set the slash Bowie's throat with his very blade.

The weapon suddenly split in twain, rather than pierce even an inch of its creator.

Note the human teeth embedded in the bones.

Evidence of a people so savage to a hunger that they ate their own children down

to the very marrow, the hapless, godless, Donner party.

Well, but prior to my expense, there's nothing here that concerns me.

But for the jewel of the Dunleavy Collection, the torturous wheel, miracle machine

of modern medicine, panacea for all ailments of the mind, a curing device so

powerful it even banquished the demons of the madman Richard Lawrence, bailed as a

assassin of Andrew Draxon. But thanks to Dr. Don Levy and the Tartarus Wheel,

he was sprayed of the shackles of dementia.

Mr. Booth, what a pleasure. My pleasure. Booth.

John Wilkes, Booth.

What exhibit is this? Not an exhibit, you lomics.

I am controller, curator, and the lovely voice

of Dr. Dunleavy's museum.

Show's over. Four bets. Pay as you exit.

unless you were not suitably impressed.

Impressed enough to want to compliment Dr. Dunlevy personally.

Dr. Dunlevy sees no one personally. You got what you paid for on our leave.

What if I gave an additional $5? What would that get me?

Directions to his whereabouts and a denial that you got it from me.

Tent next door.

If you're business, scientific, or financial with me, sir, enter, please speak now.

Otherwise, go away.

I'm not sure it's business.

Frankly, I'm not sure what it is.

I felt the need. Ah, yes.

The tall gentleman who feels the

need to know something more

about an amazing apparatus called the Tantris wheel.

How'd you know that? Oh, I knew. I knew I saw your face at the demonstration.

You were disturbed at the wheel and yet dazzled and a little further on perplexed.

Please proceed. Assault me with inquiry.

I mean, at your own peril, though, I dare warn you,

once I get started on the subject, I may not stop for days. Ask, ask, ask.

I just wondered

if it was real. Real? Well, the cure all you claim it to be.

This is not snake oil, we're peddling here, sir.

This is science, sir, treatment for the mind and its ailments.

And that wheel is a tool in that trick. Let me pose a question to you, sir?

Did not something happen to you sir, upon being entranced by the wheel?

A thought, maybe, an image, a memory,

related to the cerebral distress which presently has you in its thrawl?

Something did come to mind. Yes. Yes, to your mind, sir. Capital M, underscored.

Yes.

Do you know the significance of the word Tartarus?

Well, it's, um, mythology Greek, I believe. Correct.

Tartarus is the lowest, most horrifying region of Hades,

where the wicked of the world and their sins are imprisoned for all eternity.

And so the wheel was named, sir. Because this device, in the correct hands,

and journey practitioner and patient pass the waking mind down into the deepest

and darkest regions of the brain. Mesmerism. It's mesmerism then. It's that.

But more so. Far, far, far more. We're in this feckin' region of the cranium.

The buried sins and secrets, the toxins, the breed

mental disease, lie there festering and gangrenous.

But then, sir, we, we together, hand in hand, will

proceed to squash them, to de-venomize them.

And how, sir? We're talking, just we're talking. Back and forth, back and forth.

Afflicted to healer, healer to afflicted.

And I'm telling you, sir.

The patient there wakes, refreshed, liberated, free forever

from the pain of the past and all the havoc that it wreaks.

Do not say I didn't warn you of the power of my passion.

But it's clear to me I've yet to provide an

answer to the question you came armed with.

Amnesia.

Amnesia.

Will occur amnesia.

How much have you forgotten, sir?

Everything.

Flash is known then from the past.

Fleeting glimpses.

disappear as quickly as they arrive.

You are a fascination, sir.

Please, remove your hat.

I've never undertaken a case such as yours.

So I once used the wheel to take a woman so far back in her memory

that she returned to the womb.

Woman or little gooey was how she described it.

Yes, I see no reason the wheels shouldn't aid you. Are you game?

worth taking a chance.

before we proceed, though I dare warn you, I'm not a philanthropic charity.

the treatment for the conditions you so describe it

will be both complicated and I'm afraid costler.

$25 a session can go no lower. I'll get the money, whatever the cost.

splendid, splendid, a professional relationship formed.

well, how soon shall we begin? tonight if you like. following the museum's closing.

I assume the better. wonderful. Lucius Efraim Dunleavy's... metaphysician.

The name's Lazarus. Ah. It's the only name I got. For the moment.

Only for the moment, sir.

The Lazarus Man will continue.

So desperate was I to receive Dr. Dunlevy's cure

that the very same afternoon I sold my prized Henry rifle for $25.

I was obsessed. The chance to have it all back. My identity.

life.

I think I would have sold everything down to my very soul to have that.

I fear perhaps I did.

You frightened? A little apprehensive.

You must think of this as adventure, not ordeal.

Reject yourself ahead to the hour of your waking.

Your own yuletide morning, health, and memory, your presence under the tree.

Now, sir, fix your eyes upon the wheel.

I remember the colors of the wheel spinning faster and faster.

I could feel it actually penetrating my brain and making it spin too.

Backwards to another place.

time.

was no longer in Dudley's tent, but in the parlor of my home in Washington, DC.

If it wasn't for the great insurgency. What is it?

In regard to her brain, Mr. Booth.

He's awake. He sees. He sees nothing but the past, madam,

or I should say the past you've currently invented for him.

But when he wakes up, will he believe these falsehoods is truth?

That's the power of the wheel, madam. You could convince this manly at three heads

if it would suit your mysterious purposes.

I've paid you well to entice him here to perform this.

That's the only purpose that should concern you.

It concerns me as the subject's safety and fearless pulse.

Your words have made a gallop like a horse a fire. Let him gallop.

There's more important life at stake here, my own. And I'll go short.

You continue now.

Yes, Therese. You're Shwa, and I need you to help me, my love.

Very soon some men will be here, a fingertip agency.

They will ask many questions about you and me and Mr. John Wilkes Booth.

This is what you will remember. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan,

for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven.

See you at the backstage in Macbeth. You and I together.

We were lovers, but we quarreled after the performance, sir.

Remember that you stalked me like prey,

all the way back to the actors' dressing rooms. Well, what do we have here? Extasy.

The only word on my lips now that our paths have crossed again.

You know me, Mr. Bruce? It was Baltimore, I believe.

The particulars of the events elude me,

but the memories of those eyes do not nor have they ever miss the winter.

The reasons for my presence here right now may not be what you think.

There's a gentleman outside.

Oh, I hope he knows his good fortune and the injury.

Irreversible. He's done my heart.

Bring forth the lucky gentleman. Your booth.

I'll have that honor, yes, sir. The honor is mine, sir

to merely be in the presence of the greatest actor America will ever know.

You've misread this fellow, my dear. He is an enchantment.

Allow me to stake you both to dinner.

Remember he took us to Lucino's restaurant in the instant

rapport that developed between Mr. Booth and yourself.

As a man of wit in the world, you are non-porel, sir.

But as a son of Virginia, you confuse me to distraction. Why is that, sir?

Why a man from that sovereign state will align himself with the army of the tyrant?

I was skilled at West Point, sir.

I swore an oath to faithfully serve my country to the death.

I am familiar with others who have graduated from that institution who took the same

A general name Lee, a general name Stuart. Shall I continue the list?

Those gentlemen chose to uphold a country other than mine.

Virginia is your country, sir. I have prayed for one night,

when anything other than politics would be the topic of discussion.

Perhaps you should find your way home, madam.

Mr. Booth and I are not quite finished. No, madam, we are not. Well, I says, I am.

You didn't tax yourself by rising. Is that your part?

Your friend is a creature of great passions. Yes, Lord.

And now that she's gone, you are free to speak the words

that you dared not in her presence. Thank you.

My decision to stay with the Union.

is something that gnaws at me day and night. I know that.

And more about you, Captain. How was that, sir?

I am accustomed to the company of actors.

I know when a man is playing a part.

and has been for years.

These words bring the knowledge back to you, my dears.

Yes.

No.

will remember my life.

How you soon began spending ill at Evernote with Booth and his cronies.

And Mrs. Serrat's bored now. John! John, look! Come look at this!

Stop playing the infant! There's man's work to be done, that dear friend.

Where are you,

John? I don't see it well. Well, just keep reading, Captain.

What means this shouting?

I do fear that people choose Caesar.

No king. I. Do you truly fear it? If so I would think you would not have it so.

I would not, Cassius.

You should brutalize the damage the tyrant has done to his Rome!

You lost me again, John. Read. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassus?

Not dangers, my friend, but acts of a patriot.

Would you not do all that which you could do to restore the mother Rome you so love?

I would do anything. Sometimes I worry about you, dearest.

Why is that?

The things I hear from your lips each night you return from that place of booze.

They frighten me.

All I recall is speaking of America that used to be...

country with a constitution.

that ensured a man was free to speak his own mind

before Abraham Lincoln was elected.

A man who locks up all in any who expresses thoughts different from his own.

I fear these men will involve you in some sort of trouble. There is still a war on.

I'm sorry.

Thank you very much.

I'm simply enjoying spending time with fellow Virginians.

It's the first time I've truly felt at home in a very long time.

But that wasn't quite all there was to it. It was a dearest.

Mr. Booth was drawn your true loyalties out.

Do you recall Captain Foster, Jack Foster, your superior at the War Department?

Do you recall the night in his office you raged at him? They are shelling rich men.

James, you're acting as if you've been personally insulted.

We always knew the taking of the sick. Taking it. Recapturing it.

Reclaiming it, not leveling it to the ground.

The president apparently changed his mind, and I don't know the details.

This will break the back of Lee's forces. There are 100,000 people there

who are not part of Lee forces. James, I know this was one sure home.

It is my home, Jack. That rage, that despair that both you and Mr. Booth shared.

When Richmond falls, so too will fall the Confederacy.

And so will die the dream.

John, I know you know someone who can get me into Richmond.

behind the Confederacy lines before the cities in Ashes.

Not now.

It's hopeless, Captain.

and then the night that the rage finally exploded. Men at some time. It's over!

Lee has surrendered! Lee has surrender! Lee has surrendered! Lee has the surrender!

Lee has to surrender!

Men of some time must be masters of their fates!

The Masters. The

Rune.

comfort you, my friend. Tell

me what I may do to destroy

the man who

destroyed my country.

I will not accept this as truth. I would not.

I could not have been part of the plot to kill the president.

as pure as I was.

The Lazarus Man will continue.

There is something very wrong here. These events I recall.

seem familiar. But are they the whole truth?

We're only part of what really happened.

I haven't seen you in a week. I have work. This is the War Department.

We are at war. Lisa and her a week ago. It's not over yet.

and when I saw the details of the map you were working on,

strange, laid out like almost a military campaign.

The targets circled, the homes of the Secretary of State,

Vice President Johnson, and Mr. Lincoln himself.

So confused was I that I made my way to the War Department,

to the office of the man you always called by the nickname of Mars.

Sir, I thought it prudent to speak to you. Perhaps there is nothing, but I thought

you should know that a gentleman in your employment a captain.

What will happen after that, James?

All I recall is two days later when I heard news of the president's death.

You will know.

to eternal damnation.

Or I imagine it would be very difficult for the

captain to recall that which did not occur, madam.

Don't move, Mr. Winter.

Outside of these walls, Pinkerton agents are swimming in the city,

looking to arrest the captain and yourself.

As well as a gentleman named Jack Foster?

If they knew of my presence here, but I've been very much out of sight.

Looking for them as they were looking for you.

Once they find this place in a matter of minutes,

I assume, and our friend tells his story.

Any interest in me will quickly vanish.

I think that unlikely. Oh, I think it's very likely, madam.

With the assistance of the good doctor here.

The captain will recall the truth of his

involvement with Booth and the assassination.

Your vision? Soon to be his version.

Sure would be good sir.

At the start, we first realized that you and Booth were connected.

It was Luchino's restaurant, if I'm not mistaken.

I had just completed a series of errands for you.

You remember, Captain, that you were my immediate superior in the War Department.

And there I saw you with a man who was under active investigation for sedition

against the government of the United States,

talking and laughing together like old college chimes.

It utterly baffled me.

Speak your mind, Jack. You always have. Well, it's just that I'm confused, sir.

I saw you lunching today with the rebel booth. And?

And I wonder what you possibly could have been thinking.

What if it had been someone else other than me who saw you there today?

What if, God forbid, Mars had decided to lunge there?

I wish it had been him and not you. He's

the only man in the department who knows.

Why is he the only?

May I be assured of your discretion, Mr. Forester? You insult me, Captain.

I'm sorry, Jack. It's

just, this is top secret.

I've managed to bamboozle, Lord Mr. Booth.

He thinks me a Lincoln-hating Virginia.

I've already gained entrance into Booth's band of foals.

How long has this been going on?

I'll be quite some time.

I'm sorry I haven't been able to share with you. No, I understand, sir. It's...

It's an incredible coup.

Your words felt odd to me, but I allowed myself to be convinced.

You were my friend. Why would you lie to me?

Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that

summons thee

to heaven.

Oh, what the hell? And later that week, I saw something that further unnerved me.

No, he saw, but did the old man know?

Feel like a dagger in his heart that those words were meant for him.

For your sake, I hope he did, John.

But for the sake of the mission, I certainly hope not.

All your dedication to both the cause and myself brings tears to these eyes, James.

You are indeed my friend. And to that of the Confederacy, Captain.

I certainly am, John. And I always will.

I confronted you immediately outside the theater.

Is this the subject of some unofficial investigation, Jack? No, sir.

I just happened to be at the theater tonight. What again? Has it you heard?

It's not so much what I heard. It's what I saw.

I saw a man who fully intends to assassinate the president of the United States.

Booth is nothing more than a blowhard, a half-addled one at that.

And his gang is comprised of literally idiots.

If something were in the wind, I would have heard of it. What if you didn't?

What if they were up to something that they were keeping from you?

In that unlikely event, there's still one impenetrable wall

such persons could never get through. That being? That being you, Jack.

president's own personal bodyguard.

There was still something unsettling me and the next day while meeting with Mars

I could hold my tongue no longer.

It's just that I was worried about the president's

trip to Ford's theater tonight, sir.

Ford's Theater is Booth stomping ground and if anything

were to happen it would probably happen there.

Have you shared your suspicions with the captain? Yes.

Yes, I have many times regarding Booth.

Well, if anyone would know of anything to be worried about, it would be... Yes.

Yes, of

course, and he has that relationship with Booth.

what relationship.

You told me that Mars knew. You assured me of your discretion in this matter.

You told that he already knew that you had taken me into his confidence.

You did what? That you informed me of you operation involving Booth.

Insubordination. There could be no grave of crime, Mr. Forster.

You are hereby relieved of all duties until further notice. Fine.

I will resign if that's your desire. But not until tomorrow.

For tonight, I'll still be attending to the president. Did you not hear me?

You are no longer the president's guard.

You are not so much as to go near that dealer tonight.

And you remember Judas.

What happened next?

A cowardly ambush rendering it helpless to get to Fowle's theater.

Until it was too late, the deed had been done.

And I could have prevented it all if I hadn't been betrayed.

Stop!

I felt strangely certain that Mr. Forster did not

intend to find me alive when the Pinkerton's arrived.

Which would be any second now.

But before my departure, Doctor, there's one thing I must know.

What will the Captain remember?

I can't be sure, but I imagine he'll have both versions of the story...

...as he's been told swimming in his head.

The two versions don't actually contradict each other.

Yours.

I was never here.

Interesting.

but not entirely unexpected, of course, in advance.

In the few moments we have left served before

these gentlemen arrived to take you away,

I need you to tell me what you, yourself, remember

past, or prompting the truth of the matter.

Great importance to me.

My brain has been toyed with by the public.

I no longer know what is true and what is fiction.

The Lazarus Man will continue.

We'll know.

I will remember the truth.

Yes. Yes, it was not in the theater, but in one

of Washington's most infamous brothels, where I first met Booth.

I had been planning this accidental meeting for months.

Miss Joie, the winner, an unknowing part in the scheme.

It's just playing good manners, sir.

I got to call you something at the point you peak, my passion.

James, I'm sorry I'm a bit distracted. Tonight I saw a wonderful performance.

A wonderful play. One of the Booth brothers in Macbeth.

I can't seem to get it out of my head. So it appears.

Perhaps I should move on to someone who's more desirous of my company

and let you and your precious Mr. Booth exchange valentines. He's right upstairs.

John Wilkes Booth is here. He's here every night, Mr. When it comes down,

I'll introduce you.

Mr. Booth. What up, sir?

My pleasure, sir. My dear friend, Mr. Winter tells me

that you have something of great import to impart to me.

Of great import, I cannot say. I merely wish to provide you with my compliments.

Tonight, I saw the role of Macbeth played with a magic that will never be equaled.

But here I was upstairs drowning my sorrows in flesh.

And I had thought that tonight's performance was one of my weaker efforts.

You are a comfort. Your name, sir. And we shall be fast friends.

Dining with Booth and his band of misfits that very night at Lucino's restaurant.

flattering his actor's vanity at every opportunity,

using every device I knew to gain his confidence and trust.

The old man was there tonight. I directed the Thames, be out the doom ride

at the big vulgar monkey. You know, I could tell it hit him right in his face.

A shimming heart. A dagger, John? Yes. I saw it in space.

Oh, baboon. You weren't even there. Baboon? Baboon's all of you.

Lacking in letters devoid of wit, incapable of conversation beyond the monosyllabic.

All of them. All but you, Captain. All but...

Immediately reporting the success of my mission

to my friend and immediate superior in the War Department, Jack Forrester.

A coo, sir! How long have we been chasing after what Booth is up to?

More time than I care to remember. Then he has landed in my lap.

So you think he trusted you? better roll Virginia, cursing himself

or choosing the north over the south. Oh, the lies I have confided to him.

And it won't be long before he falls right into my lap. Excellent.

I want this kept between the two of us, though.

I want Booth very badly, but I don't want him lost

because of loose lips in the war department.

Everything Booth said and did. Dooley reported back to the War Department.

I knew his every move. Would you excuse me, a nonce? Senator Wade?

Well, certainly, Mr. Booth. Thank you.

but was confused by a strange, intimate relationship

with one of the most distinguished senators in Congress, Benjamin Wade.

Thank you for coming so quickly. Any time, for any reason, you know that, John.

Is that the senator from Ohio? You're having dinner with us? Yes.

I'm acquiring the most diverse friendships these days.

Even the radical weighing of Lincoln's own party despises the desperate.

we need a plan. Something the five of us can carry out

so that Jeff Davis and company embrace us as protocols.

I'll work on it.

I put Booth to bed for the night, searched for Senator Wade, and followed him.

I found myself in one of the Senate cloak rooms.

His policies regarding reconstruction should be totally repudiated.

It's a soft little slap from a panty-waste. They've nearly half a million dead been.

How much more punishment? It will never be enough! They deserve no mercy.

The rebel state should be considered spoils of war,

all property public and private confiscated. And you know I don't stand alone.

What benefit is reaped by destroying the south? We profit more by standing behind

the president's plan, help them rebuild agriculture and industry.

Let the old man concern himself with more pressing

matters like finding the money to pay his wife's

stress bill. Enough! Like it or not, we stand in a minority.

We cannot hope to change the entire Senate's mind.

It's the President's mind that needs changing. It's presidency! Yes, sir! Go saw.

Come on, come on. It must work with the other men.

You look like you could use a drink, James.

I take it you had a less than pleasant evening with Mr. Booth and his friends.

Booth, I only saw for a short while. The rest of the night, I spent at the Senate.

Why on earth? I think I should rather eat my own foot.

I wanted to see why the senator from Ohio would

have such an intimate relationship with Mr. Booth.

Did your

visit result in a conclusion?

I'm not sure. All I can see is the president wants to reconstruct

the south with a compassionate hand.

The senator would rather have them pay for their betrayal with blood.

Then the war ended. The Esperanto!

I celebrate. You end the songs!

masters of our own fate.

Masters of our own f-

How may I comfort you, my friend?

Tell me how I can destroy the man who destroyed my country.

You really think that Booth and his rag tag cronies are capable of such a thing?

Yes, I do, with help. The help of whom? The Rebel Secret Service?

No, they've washed their hands of him. Someone in Washington. A group, perhaps.

Well, maybe it's time to bring Mars in on this. No. At

least not yet, anyway.

Now you suspect you're superior, James.

You think that he's part of your grand and cityous cabal as well?

I don't know who to trust right now.

Would that include me?

You may be the only one in Washington City I do trust, Jack.

And Booth turned more strange than I'd ever seen. John?

John, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere.

There will be no more plans of abduction or children's games.

What's happened?

I don't care what happens to me. Only for the future of my country.

I pray that people will know that...

That was in my heart, and that alone.

Look at me.

Look at my.

Tell me what you're thinking.

What are you planning to do?

We're planning nothing, Captain.

And you make him unicate that fact to your fellow judices

at the War Department as well. And so I went to the only man I felt

would listen to what I had to say and accept it as truth.

It's just that I'm worried about the president's plan

trip to the Ford Theater this evening. That's both stomping ground.

If anything were to happen involving Booth, it would most likely take place there.

Have you shared your suspicions with Captain Forrester? Yes, sir. I have many times.

Well, if anyone would know if there was something to worry about, it would be he.

Yes, I suppose he would. In that unlikely event of a prob-

There's still an impenetrable wall that persons like Booth could never surmount.

That is. That is you, sir. The President's personal bodyguard.

But then what, sir? Do you recall, Telltale? For that's the crux.

You are not to go to the theater tonight. You are to remain here.

I don't understand. You are being relieved of your duties this evening.

On whose authority? For the time being, mine!

This office is now your post.

You will not leave it tonight.

I've been dismissed. I'm no longer the president's bodyguard. On what grounds?

In subordination, I am going to the theater regardless.

No, that would be in subordinations. Then let them court, Marshall, me, Jack.

I am go into the theater. Something is going to happen there.

I fear you're right, Jack, sir.

I'm a straighter.

Please, sit.

I don't know if you intend to keep me here, Captain.

until it's done.

I was just thinking, I wonder if the old man ever knew who

gave the order to keep you from going to the theater tonight.

I suppose Lucifer will just have to tell him.

Who was it?

Morris.

He's not even the top of the ladder.

Beep!

laying me long enough at the War Department,

that by the time I got to Ford's Theater, it was too late.

Shut the president!

I'm gonna go to an agent's. They're right at this point.

Ready a wagon, madam. Mr. Lanzarist deserves his freedom.

Take this man on a horse and go as far west as he can in three hours.

By that time, you should be back to relative consciousness and health.

Go, madam, now!

It appears so.

that you know the truth.

All of it.

I wish I could let you keep it.

We'll give it.

You take it the way.

Fix your eyes on the device one last time, you shuffle.

The field.

My sincerest apologies, sir. Then all was darkness.

And I awoke to find myself lying in the rear of a covered wagon,

not knowing where I was, where I had been, or what had happened, until white.

The bright and ragged

rays of the morning sun

came searing down into my eyes like a tartarous wheel.

The jumble of faces and images and events began returning to me.

for everything now, doctor.

including the role you played.

Be assured, Captain, that this booth is no real threat. Is that not correct?

I thoroughly examined the man.

This boot is egotistic.

An actor merely playing a role.

The viper's nest of traitors and assassins far

larger, far higher reaching than I could

have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

A terror beginning to creep through me, that

the killing of the president was just one

small part of the plan of this treasonous cabal.

but a new sense of mission beginning to grow inside me too.

To no longer run from these villains, no matter their number.

To instead confront them head on. I don't know

how it will be accomplished,

but I will take back what I have.

Stay tuned for upcoming scenes of the Lazarus Man.