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Friday, August 15th Port Alberni, BC

Once Ted Underwood and Adam Brooks had arrived in Victoria, and settled in, Ted told Adam that he would not be needed for a few days - if there was anything Adam wanted to do, or anyone he wanted to see, now was the time to do it. Adam’s grin told Ted exactly where he was headed: the New Moon Café. Promising to keep in touch, Adam headed north from Victoria towards Port Alberni, towards that unbelievable woman – Wilma Thorn.

For two days they enjoyed each other, stopping only for sleep and sustenance. Wilma was headed to the kitchen to fix them something – anything – they were starved – when she clicked on the counter-top television set to catch the news.

“Adam,” – she yelled – “turn on the TV.”

He clicked the bedroom set on as she walked back in. They sat on the edge of the bed and watched. Wilma was shocked at what she heard. She looked over at him. “This is hard to believe. This is bad…and I think it will get worse.” Adam agreed, but then looked off elsewhere. ‘He didn’t want me to see his face,’ she thought. ‘He knows something.’

She knew that he would say no more about the news broadcast, or what he may or may not know. He never volunteered anything about himself or what he did.

She kissed him, and said she would be right back. She grabbed her slippers, pulled on her robe and went out to the desk near the dining room to check for more news online – nothing. She checked her e-mail. A new letter from her brother that lived on the outskirts of Regina. He wrote to tell her that some of the Elders were predicting the fall of Canada. She’d heard some of the Elders in Port Alberni say the same thing recently. She hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but then again, she hadn’t forgotten it either.