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Time Stand Still Continuation   TIME STAND STILL Story Continuation Find out what happens to Darren Camponi in the time between Time Stand Still and his new novel, One Light Burning Did Darren go back in time? How does he find out the truth? What happens next? Post 7 My first experiment involved sitting by the phone and seeing if I could get a premonition about who would call. This failed miserably because no one did. Perhaps it was a success. I never got a feeling about someone calling during this time. I then went to the park down the block from my apartment and tried to see if I could get any 'feelings' about the people walking by, perhaps being able to guess which direction they would head, or which area of the playground a parent would lead her child, or vice versa. This worked with mixed results. I decided to leave because I felt everyone's eyes on me, as if I were some predator eyeing up potential prey. I went back to my apartment, distraught and discouraged. I'd felt those before; they actually were part of a regular palette of feelings I experienced weekly. Sitting on my couch, the machinations of my mind grinding to a halt, I let myself go. Not pushing my thoughts in any particular direction, they led me. At first it seemed as though I was daydreaming. I was thinking of ways I could improve my investigation business. My mind bounced from idea to idea until it settled on something I'd never thought about. The man who'd gotten me into the time travel case was Mike Holmes, a very successful investigator from Ohio. He died during that time, a somewhat suspicious death that I was never able to pin on anyone. For some reason that day I thought about what became of his practice. Though he was based in Ohio, his company was international. His wife, a very nice woman, surely wouldn't have been able to take over the company. She didn't have a license and she didn't seem to be inclined toward investigation work. I wondered if maybe I should have called her to see if she needed help. That call could also have landed me some much-needed work, but it had been awhile, and the call was never made. I really didn't think much of it right then, but it seemed as though it might have been a good idea to look into it. I hadn't the desire to look into anything, instead choosing to let my mind wander. From my business, I moved on to the rest of my life. Specifically, I thought about my own mortality. Right then, for some reason, I thought about how, at any moment, I could die. It wasn't something I thought of often. Still, right then, I became fixated on it, realizing that dying right then would leave me quite unsatisfied. There were so many things I had planned to do. None of those things came to mind, only the fact that I would leave the world with them unaccomplished. Maybe I should have been worried. There was a chance my mind thought of this for a reason. Was I preparing myself for what was the come? Could this have been a premonition? Would I die soon? Looking back, I am shocked this didn't come to mind at all. Then again, I didn't get the chance. The telephone took me out of my thoughts.   Read Post 8

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