I hear the brakes come screeching to a halt. I barely lift my head to see who it is. "Mrs. Harper, you may want to come with me."
"Who are you? How do you know my name? Why would I come with you-- you're a stranger. What do you want with me?"
Running to the other side of the road, I start to take off across the park. That's when I hear the strange man, from the car, running after me. He's yelling, "Mrs. Harper, I know about your mother! I know about your dreams!"
Stopping dead in my tracks, I collapse by the weight of all that has happened, "how do you know about my dreams, my mo...mother?"
"Come with me and I'll explain. You have a big decision to make, Mrs. Harper. You don't have to make it alone."
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