The Holme Script

Valon Was driving an all time high in the traffic, It was then Phut! Something Happened. Death. Accident. Hospital.

The Last thing he recalled was screeching tires. The moment he recalled, he felt his heartbeat
raced to a stop. It was It.

He gulped down a glass of water, shaking his head non-profusely, '' No! It couldn't happened".

The newspaper headline reads CAN DEAD BE WALKING ? , Valon looked at himself. He wasn't
alive, he wasn't dead, and he wasn't neither, so what he could be?

"Clink,Clink", the telephone bleats furiously on the spot, the rain suddenly comes to a standstill.
Trembling, he pick up the phone.

You are living in the memories of your past.You cannot move forward to the future nor move in the present.You are trapped and cannot be saved by others except yourself.

Valon , still shaken all over from the 1st time, said, " how did you know my past?"

"My child, i have no name, no right, name can be call , name have no meaning, name have no bonds yet it have bonds , your past is history yet is dust." The Stranger replied.

This further troubles Valon. He couldn't understand what The Stranger was talking.