Image Carriers. Genel Anthony
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togethers. He finances some of their activities and vice versa. Covert meetings are held at his home, and they discuss their premonitions and other mystical information and compare their dreams and notes with one another. He stated that there are groups similar to his all around the world, and that he had already made contact with many of them in Europe and America and elsewhere.
“What do you mean?” Adam found himself asking. “About what,” Tom looked confused.
“I mean, why are you telling us this?”
“Oh,” Tom chuckled to himself, “I just thought that you may be interested in groups of that nature.”
He sat back in his chair and studied Adam before looking over towards Joey. Adam smiled and realised that Tom was probably expecting him to be more up to date with the topic or perhaps more enthusiastic. After all, he did advertise looking for psychic people.
“So who are these people and how did you meet
them?” Adam thought he’d better say something and play along.
“Very special people,” Tom said, sitting forward
again. “You know it is a genes thing, don’t you?” He added. “A genes thing,” Adam repeated.
“Yes,” Tom said, “it’s handed down from family member to the next and so on. Some people are born with it and others are not.” He paused and looked down for a moment before completing his sentence. “Some of them actually shun their gift, calling it a curse, of sorts,” Tom said, expecting a reaction from Adam. But there was none.
Adam knew about some psychic people shunning their abilities so it didn’t come to him as a big surprise as Tom may have been hoping.
“So why are you telling us this?” Joey finally spoke.
Tom turned towards Joey and then faced Adam and slowly mumbled something about something getting worse.
“Worse? What do you mean?” Adam looked restless.
“We had a meeting here last month, and they told me that things are beginning to heat up. Most want to go into hiding, but they feel that they can’t. They need to expose what they are picking up.” Tom looked hard at Adam as if searching for something. He then cast his eyes downwards.
Adam looked over at Joey, and they both silently acknowledged each other in a way indicating that it was time to leave.
“Tom?” Adam called out, feeling a little uncomfortable. Tom jumped back to life.
“Yes! Sorry! Where was I. Oh, yes, something big is going to happen. It seems that lots of people are going to die.”
“Die,” Adam asked calmly, as he was now more confused than ever.
“Yes, die. And not just die of natural causes, but killed somehow in the millions! Our people are picking this up! And not only our group of image carriers, but most of them around the world!” Tom said, then waited for a reaction from Adam, but there was none. He then added. “They can pick things up, and we interpret their symbolic messages and collect data, and so far, all arrows are pointing in the same damned direction–millions of people, dead!”
As they drove home, Adam couldn’t stop thinking about Tom. Somehow this old man struck a chord deep within in him. Although his story was far-fetched, Adam still felt that there may be some truth in what the old man was saying. He also couldn’t help thinking that perhaps Tom was crying out for something else. Was he pulling at Adam’s counselling strings? Meanwhile, Joey sat quietly in the passenger seat as they drove home. In fact, he was very quiet. Adam pulled up at a set of lights and looked over at his young friend. “Everything okay?” he asked quietly. Joey forced a half-smile and nodded, gesturing that the lights had changed. He was indeed very quiet and seemed to have something on his mind.
They arrived back at their place, and Joey walked ahead and grabbed a drink out of the fridge. He fell into the lounge chair. “Well, what you reckon about old Tommy?” he asked while sipping on his drink.
“Strange old man,” Adam responded. “I think he’s just lonely and wants someone to talk to. Did you see that picture of the lady on the table? He kept looking at her all the time. It must be a picture of his wife in her younger days or someone else. He seems so sad and lost”
“Yeah, but what do you reckon?” Joey insisted.
“Reckon about what?” Adam answered, as he sat down. “Do you think he is on to something?”
“I think he is on to something, but I don’t think it has anything to do with my investigations. I think he heard about my research and he wants to be involved. You get people like that.”
Adam got up and walked over to the kitchen and poured some water. Joey followed him.
Adam continued: “He seems to be grieving or he is depressed. He probably needs to get some counselling.” Adam turned to Joey, who was rubbing his drink can between his hands and asked him if he had picked up on anything from Tom.
“Not much. I couldn’t really read or scan him. I did pick up that the lady in the picture is dead, his daughter or wife– some relation. Also, that there are meetings held there. The people that go there are like me… I felt them.”
Joey seemed different since their meeting with Tom. He seemed to feel that there was more to Tom’s story than what he told them. Joey also felt a strong urge to be involved with Tom, as he had sensed similar people to himself, and he secretly wondered what they would be like. Like Adam, Joey was mesmerised by the strange old man that lived in a mansion and talked about people with magical insights.
Young Joey was always a loner, since he was a child. He became very different from other boys as he grew older, and many of his friends had moved on from him, and he from them, because of their differences in terms of interests and activities. Now that he was growing older and becoming a young man, Joey wanted to know more about himself and others like him. It was Joey who persuaded Adam to continue with their meetings with Tom, as the old man appeared to be harbouring many secrets.
The week’s break from work came and went, and Adam’s focus was now on getting back to work and figuring out what his next step was going to be. He also hoped that the media would stop harassing them. Carol greeted Adam happily as he arrived at work on Monday morning. The break seemed to work wonders, as she looked young again and refreshed.
“Glad to be back at work,” she said excitedly.
“Me or you,” Adam asked in a sarcastic voice, giving a half- smile.
“Me!” she smiled in return. “How’s your break been? Do anything special?”
“My time off work was well worth it,” Adam replied, grabbing his mail and some paperwork. “Just relaxed and did nothing.”
Adam had just gone into his office and looked over his work when he heard some commotion out in reception. He heard Joey’s voice stirring Carol. The two always argued in a friendly way. Joey was teasing Carol as usual; in fact, Joey liked teasing everybody. The door swung open and Joey walked in smiling, looking like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary.
“What are you doing here?” Adam asked, looking suspicious.
“Can’t I visit you without asking all these questions,” he said, jumping on the counselling sofa. He closed his eyes as if he was going to sleep. Adam watched him for a few seconds and knew he was up to his old tricks. Joey still thought that he could pull the wool over Adam’s eyes, but Adam would allow him to think that only on occasions.
“Okay, Joey, you win, I give up, what’s this all about?” Adam said in a playful voice. Joey pretended that he was sleeping and started snoring in an exaggerated way.
Adam then pretended that one of his clients had arrived and said, “Hello Mrs. Burger, is that the time already…”
Joey jumped up looking at the doorway. Adam laughed out loud and Joey, in turn, gave him the evil eye.