If You Could… Part 1
If You Could… Part 2
If You Could… Part 3

It had taken a great deal of strength to push the door aside which I let my friend accomplish. I kept reminding him that this wasn’t war and there were rules here that he wasn’t aware of. When we were both inside and the door had been closed I explained the first rule.

Has a room ever seemed to dim for a second then regain its brightness when you were in it? Yes. Then you have been in the room with someone who was stepping outside of time. With no passage of time it means the light you have is the light you get so we need to conserve it.

I pointed towards on side of the bar. There she was, in the act of falling, with a man reaching from behind to catch her. About fifteen feet towards the bathroom doors and the rear exit stood a man with his arm outstretched. Smoke was suspended above the barrel of the pistol he held in his hand. There were tears streaking his checks.

Can you see the bullet? He didn’t respond but kept peering for a moment before he drew himself stiffly upright. It’s going to hit her. He had spotted it. No, it won’t hit her if the man catches her. The bullet isn’t meant for her.

Well then it seems as though she is already saved. We don’t have anything to do. No quite. He was beginning to jump to conclusions. We don’t know anything about that man. What do you mean? He wasn’t following where I was trying to lead him.

You have to look into his past to see her future. It is a simple enough concept. You sister is very impressionable. Screw you. An expected although immature response. Look into his past and you will see it. His eyes focused and he grew so quite that I had to strain to hear him breath. The fire in his eyes began to slowly dwindle until he became a cold shell of himself.

He is a monster. I watched this war weathered man shake in light of what he had seen. He will seduce her and then after he has had his fill of her, he will destroy her. It might be more merciful to let her take the bullet now rather than the beatings later. Either way she will end up dead.

That is why we have to think. We cannot altogether stop the bullet but we don’t want him and your sister leaving together tonight. Could we make the bullet hit him? He would just play it off like he took the bullet for your sister. Make no mistake it is his intent to go home with your sister tonight. He has been watching her for a couple of weeks.

Not just a scratch. What if we had the bullet go through his brain and kill him? I don’t deal out death. Some who walk outside of time do but I don’t subscribe to vigilante justice. You have seen his past. He has earned his death. Many who deserve to die live and many who deserve life die. I wonder, can you give it to them? I recognize the quote. I am just saying he doesn’t deserve life. I agree but I am not going to be the one to take if from him.

What now? We have to figure out a way to keep your sister from leaving with him tonight. Not to change the topic but what is the story with the bullet? You see the glow of the end of the gun? His name is Simon and the woman behind your sister is his wife. The man she is sitting with is the man she will leave Simon for, her adulterous lover. Simon and the woman were married last year. His first and her 3rd marriage, a little fact she failed to share with him.

That is messed up. Why did she even marry Simon if she was going to leave him so soon after that? She thought he had money. Simon has always lived below his means, but what she didn’t realize is that he gave most of his money away to charity. Poor guy. Yes, but he did make the decision to come here tonight. She may have destroyed the man that he was but he could have simply let her go. He decided to come here tonight.

I have it! I was honestly surprised at the ejaculation from my friend.