“Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the
world…But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own…”
Finne took comfort in the familiarity of the symphonic
orchestration of guitar, bass, and percussion that filled the room. His first thought upon hearing the
initial bantering twangs of Jerry’s guitar and Phil’s bass as the Dead
transitioned from Playin’ in the Band to Eyes of the World was
that he may have been at this show.
Hampton came to mind, along with a long lost history of touring between
his high school and college years.
The relevance of the lyrics did not escape him as he considered the
awakening Sarah had just experienced.
Her eyes were now open to a world far beyond her capability to perceive
before the read in she just experienced.
He stared across the room at her as she held her head over her knees
sitting in the middle of the deep leather couch that appeared to be swallowing
her. She looked as if her head
literally held too much information within, and the weight of this load
required both of her hands to hold up.
Finne truly anguished for her within his heart.
Many, many times in his career Finne had seen the immense
impact upon colleagues, peers, and subordinates when they were confronted with
similar wealths of classified information that had been surrounding their lives
invisibly until they were cleared to be read in to the circle of trust. Some people couldn’t handle it. Others
decomposed mentally into depression when they learned about the lengths at
which the artificial world they previously had known around them deliberately
had been fabricated to obscure their reality and hide them from the truth. Yet, there were the few that thrived
through these metamorphoses, including many of the world’s most admired
politicians and celebrities whom had launched into the spotlight by the
attention and admiration they had gained on the far side of the looking
glass. After breaching through,
they leveraged their popularity to achieve successes that could never be
obtained before their initiations.
Finne could not tell yet how Sarah would fair through this
transformation from outsider to within.
He wanted to continue consoling her, but her retreat to the sofa clearly
told him to leave her alone to her thoughts as she tried to process all that
she had learned. In support of
Sarah, he withheld his words and sat patiently waiting for her to reach
outwards.
Finally, she did.
“I still don’t know who tried to kill me today. You haven’t explained
that to me. “ Sarah said, speaking firmly to Finne.
“I don’t have that answer yet. That’s why we’re here. Because we’re safe now.” Jack replied.
“You may have more of that answer than you realize, Finne.” Interjected
a commanding voice entering the room from the far corner of the room.
Finne turned and recognized the hulky, square-jawed silhouette
approaching him. It was Jack, his “gardian
angel” or so he was told the last time they had met.
