Door Bell Rings…
Ah, that must be sergeant Milbank’s now, would you mind getting the door Rosa?”
“Sure, no problem, (sarcastically) would you also like me to get you a cup of coffee or a sandwich too? How about I bring you the paper and your slippers as well?”
“Just get the door detective and bring the package over and give it to Mrs. Wilson please. Please overlook Rosa and except my apologies Mrs. Wilson. Rosa is just mad because she was turned down on a promotion. Her Uncle is the Captain of the prescient and he felt that if he moved Rosa up in the ranks too soon, then the rest of the guys that have been there twenty years would be crying foul. She’ll get over it in a few days.”
Ah, thank you Rosa, and here you are Mam, please if you will, review these letters and let us know if you see anything that we may find of importance in them that we should be made aware of. Here is my card, please feel free to call me at anytime. Oh, one more question before we leave, was your husband ever in the military?”
Why yes he was, he served in the navy as a machinist mate just as Vietnam was drawing to a close. Why do you ask and how would that have any bearing on the fact that Allen is missing? Besides, you should have that on your files when you ran the background on him. You did run a background didn’t you?”
Well you see we did run a background on him all the way back to 1970 and everything looks normal with the exception of the years 1974 through 1978. It seems that during those four years whatever it was he was doing while in service to the government, they now want to keep it quiet. We also discovered a little more information like him being listed as having a “Yankee white clearance.”
A” Yankee what”? What on earth is a Yankee White Clearance, and why wouldn’t there be any information on him during this time?”
Oh, there is plenty of information; it’s just that most of it is blacked out. I have a call in to a friend of mine in the FBI and he said that he would have to get back with me on this. As for a “Yankee white clearance” it’s just a classification that would have allowed your husband access to a lot of secret information on a need to know basis. It is a clearance that is mostly doled out to the guys in the department of energy, yet you say that he was a machinist mate in the navy. Are you sure he never said anything else other than serving in the Navy?”
“No, not at all, I mean he had photographs of his ship and some of his crewmates, but nothing seemed strange or out of the ordinary.”
“ I want to thank you for your time Mrs. Wilson, but we really have to be going now. Please do call me if you can think of anything in those letters that may be able to help. You have a great day now and we can see ourselves out.”
Thank you so much for coming Detective and I will call you if I think of anything.
“So, my husband has a bag full of dirty secrets that he has failed to share with me. Let’s just see what kind of idealist dialogue you have penned from your time jumping heart now. (Unwrapping package)… Oh, what are you doing Allen, and why now? What are you up to? Listen at me to me talking to myself, I keep this up I too will be on the other side myself, the other side of sanity that is.”
August 3rd 1890 (Page One)
My dearest Leah, I have no way knowing if you will find these letters or not. I know that you must have a million questions to which I have no answers. I do know that without a shadow of doubt that I love you and want to be with you. I truly am sorry if this is bringing you any grief or undue turmoil in your life. I don’t expect you to understand at this point, but I do hope that you will come to soon see my side of the situation.
I can only tell you that life is truly wonderful here. There is even something about the air that restores the soul. Yesterday found me down by the river fishing, never mind that I didn’t catch anything but a few winks. The slow stillness of the river reminded me how much different my life is now compared to the mighty raging torrent it was before. There are just too many gadgets to keep up with in modern life my darling. At work, I had to have four different passwords on my computer just to access all the programs I needed to complete my daily task, and to top it off; they had to be changed every thirty days. Then there were the passwords for the locks on the doors, the cell phones and the constant demand for more, more, more.
Leah darling, this place knows not the time other than when the sun doth arise and set. Activities are centered on family, and the hardest rush that I have seen thus far is the watermelon eating contest they held this past weekend. So please understand that my escape was not from you, but from the insanity of a world gone mad. You must come to me soon Leah, for our days in the future has become looming cinders on the pyres of a defeated humanity….so come to me on that appointed day my love…come.
August 5th 1890 (Page Two)....