Corrie and Brett entered the Whitestone House museum and noticed a woman behind a welcome desk.
“Welcome to the Whitestone house and museum. It’s five dollars per person for touring this beautiful residence,” the woman said with a warm smile.
Brett paid the woman, and she handed them a brochure about the museum.
“Enjoy your tour,” the woman said.
They walked away.
Corrie and Brett looked to the left.
A museum employee was stationed in the living room.
Corrie and Brett entered the room and took a look around.
Brett glanced at the ceiling.
Corrie got a chill. “Man. I just had the strongest déjà vu feeling, and this room looks just like my dreams,” she said.
“Not me, but my dreams only had me outside and never inside,” he replied.
They walked around, looked at all the furniture, and then left the room.
Another museum employee was stationed in the den.
Corrie and Brett entered the den, which featured expensive wood paneling, a huge oak desk with a chair, and a wooden bookcase filled with old books.
Brett looked at the ceiling.
Corrie looked around, then turned pale. “Can we please leave? This room is making me sick to my stomach,” she asked.
Brett grabbed her arm and escorted her out of the den.
Corrie and Brett walked down the hallway and walked up the stairs.
They walked down the upstairs hallway.
“Yep, this sure feels familiar,” she said, walking down the hallway.
They walked upon a bedroom. Corrie looked at the doorway. She looked at Brett. “This was Meredith’s bedroom.”
Another museum employee watched over Meredith’s bedroom.
They entered the bedroom.
Brett glanced at the ceiling.
Corrie eyed the canopy bed. Another strong déjà vu feeling. “This is definitely her bedroom,” Corrie replied, looking around the bedroom.
Brett walked over to her window. “This is where she tried to escape her potentially miserable life with Charles,” he said, checking out the window.
Corrie walked over and looked at the canopy bed. She looked at Brett.
“I’ve seen enough of the inside of this place,” she said and walked out of the bedroom, looking pale.
In the backyard of the Whitestone House, another museum employee was stationed to watch over the area and garage.
Corrie and Brett walked to the backyard.
There was landscaping and a three-car garage twenty feet from the rear of the house and a small horse stable fifteen feet behind the garage.
They walked up to the garage building, which had a Plexiglas wall for the garage door. On the outside wall of the garage hung a long wooden extension ladder.
Inside the garage was a 1916 Ford Model T.
Brett looked at the cars, and he got a strong sense of déjà vu, noticing the Model T. “That looks exactly like the car in my dream,” he said.
“You mean the one that drove you to the hospital,” she quickly finished his conservation.
“Yeah. It feels so strange to see my dreams come alive,” he said.
“I know,” she replied.
They walked away and walked to the stable. The stable entrance was blocked by Plexiglas, but it provided a perfect view inside.
They looked inside and noticed a horse buggy.
Brett and Corrie both have strong déjà vu feelings.
“That buggy sure looks familiar,” Brett said.
“Tell me about it,” she replied.
They held hands and walked to the rear of the house.
They stood underneath Meredith’s bedroom window.
They glanced up, then looked down at the ground. They looked at each other. A strong déjà vu feeling hit strong.
“So, this is where it ended,” he said and looked sad.
Corrie nodded her head. “You know what’s weird?”
“What?”
“How the events in the past seemed to keep us apart for many years, but this week’s events brought us together,” she replied.
Brett thought about her comment. His eyes suddenly cringed in pain. “Crap!” he cried out, dropping to his knees, clutching his chest.
Corrie knelt by his side and lovingly touched his shoulder. “Your chest again?”
Brett nodded in painful agreement. Corrie brought Brett up to his feet. “Let’s get away from here.”
Corrie placed her arm around Brett’s shoulder and walked him away.
Corrie walked Brett to her Jeep, where she opened the door and assisted him into the passenger seat. His chest pain quickly disappeared.
“The pain’s completely gone,” Brett said. His eyes widened. “So, would the girl of my dreams like a night on the town?” he offered.
Corrie gave Brett a loving smile and hesitated. “Well, it’s about time. It’s only taken you eighty- seven years to ask me out again,” she replied with a warm smile. Corrie gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, walked around, and got behind the wheel.
She cranked up her Jeep, drove out of the driveway, and turned onto Jonesville Road.
She headed back to Columbus.
Howard cranked up his Cadillac, made a U-turn in the road, and tailed them.
Later, at the parking lot of the Residence Inn, Corrie and Brett walked from her Jeep to the front entrance to the Residence Inn.
Howard parked his Cadillac with a perfect view of the Inn. He quickly snapped a picture of Corrie and Brett walking to the front entrance of the Residence Inn. He punched in a phone number on his cell phone.
Inside Sidney’s office, he paced with his cell phone in hand. His cell phone rang. “Give me the update,” he answered the call quickly.
“Well, they left the museum and returned to Brett’s hotel,” Howard excitedly said, knowing he had some juicy information.
“I hope you got a picture,” Sidney replied.
“Of course,” Howard said from Sidney’s cell phone.
“Email me the rest of the pictures, and you can stop following them,” Sidney said.
“Are you sure?” Howard replied, a little disappointed.
“I’m sure. It’s time I sent in the pit bull,” Sidney replied with a smirk.
“Now, I want you to email all the pictures you sent to Dorian at seven tonight. I’ll text her email to you as soon as I look it up,” Sidney instructed.
“Yes, sir,” Howard replied. “When do I get the balance of my payment?”
“As soon as Dorian has Brett’s head on a platter,” Sidney replied with an evil laugh. He disconnected the call.
Howard drove his Cadillac away. “Man, I’m having too much fun for it to end now,” he said, frowning.
In Brett’s hotel room, he changed into a fresh set of clothing and changed in the bathroom.
Corrie waited in the chair by his bed.
Later at night, at a gun range in Fort Wayne, Dorian and Sidney fired their pistols at the targets. Dorian’s shots were scattered all around the chest of the target.
“I’m concerned about Brett,” Sidney yelled out at Dorian. He fired off a couple of rounds at his target that went through the heart.
“Why?” she replied, concerned.
“Well, Howard at Alliance called me and said that Brett hasn’t been at the plant for the past three days,” he replied
Dorian gritted her teeth. She fired off three rounds, all straight through the heart.
A smirk grew on Sidney’s face.
Later that night, in their den, Dorian stormed into the room. “I called that idiot three times, and no answer!” she yelled.
Dorian rushed over to her computer desk and slammed her cell phone down, then turned on the computer and banged on it, thinking that would make the boot-up process quicker. It didn’t. It slowed down.
After the computer finally booted up, she opened up her email account. She created an email to Brett. She stopped receiving emails from Wally Burger.
“Who the hell is Howard Bitner?” she said. She opened his email.
“I thought you might want to see these fascinating pictures of your husband, Brett,” Dorian read the message.
She opened the first picture.
She saw the picture of Brett with Corrie at the Warrior on the flightline.
She opened another picture and saw Brett and Corrie walking into the Mexican restaurant. She got pissed.
“Why does that girl look familiar?” Dorian said, glancing at the photo.
She quickly opened up another picture. She saw Brett and Corrie at the Warrior on the flight line again. Her eyes bulged. Her face turned red.
She quickly opened up another picture. She saw Brett and Corrie at the cemetery with her head on his shoulder at a gravesite. “What the hell!” she yelled, slamming her fist on the computer desk.
Dorian opened up all the remaining pictures. “That son-of-a-bitch!” she yelled.
At the Phoenix nightclub in Columbus, a band was playing music. Couples danced on the small dance floor.
Corrie and Brett sat at a table, drinking a beer.
“You know, this would be the first time I can thank Dorian’s father for something. He made me come down here to do that stupid report,” Brett said.
Corrie looked sad. “When do you have to go back to Fort Wayne?”
“Man, I don’t want to go back to that life. But I do need to head back up there and tell Dorian I want a divorce,” he said.
“Have you figured out what you’re going to say yet?”
Brett thought for a few seconds. “No, I don’t have a clue. I hope something comes to mind quick,” he worried.
“It will be the toughest thing you’ll have to do, but think of the end result,” Corrie said. She reached across the table and held Brett’s hand.
“I know. I hope you know I probably won’t have much money left to my name when I return from Fort Wayne,” he said.
“I know, but I believe those dreams were telling us something. We have been given another chance. A chance that I don’t want to slip by again,” she replied, as she now knew that she had to be with Brett.
Brett smiled.
The band ended their song and then played beautiful, romantic music.
“May I have this dance with my beautiful lady?” Brett said. He got up and extended out his hand.
Corrie took his hand. She got up.
They walked over to the dance floor.
Corrie and Brett slow danced amongst other couples.
They gazed into each other’s eyes. They kissed.
Corrie smiled. “You know, it will be way too late for you to drive back to your hotel,” she replied.
“Where should I sleep?” Brett replied. He silently prayed for the answer he wanted.
“I know the perfect place,” she answered, resting her head on his shoulder.
Brett was jumping for joy inside.
He gazed into the eyes. He decided it was time to push the envelope a little farther. He leaned in and kissed her lips, and she accepted. They kissed and slowly danced.
Dorian called Brett’s cell phone again from her bedroom, and he did not answer. She got furious and punched in another number on her cell phone.
Inside Sidney’s den, he sat in his LazBoy chair and sipped on his third glass of scotch.
His cell phone rang, and he looked in the viewfinder. He saw it was Dorian and broke out into a huge smirk.
“Hello, baby,” he answered. He sipped his scotch.
“You won’t believe what I just found out!” she yelled from his cell phone.
“What, baby?” he answered, playing dumb.
“Someone, I don’t know, emailed me pictures of Brett,” she replied. A long pause. “The bastard is running around with some woman down in Columbus. And they’re going flying!” she screamed out from his cell phone.
Sidney held his phone away from his ear. “What?” Sidney yelled. “I thought he needed more time to work on that report? And now you’re telling me he’s screwing off with some woman?” he yelled out, pretending. He sipped his scotch with a smirk on his face.
“I can’t believe him!” she screamed out from his cell phone.
“Sorry, honey, but he leaves me no choice. I gave him a golden opportunity, and he took advantage of me. I have to terminate him,” Sidney said with a fake pissed tone.
“Don’t do that just yet, Daddy. I’m going down there right now!” she yelled from his cell phone.
“No. You better go first thing in the morning. You hate driving long distances all by yourself, and besides, you’re too pissed. I want you to cool down so you don’t have an accident,” he lectured.
A few seconds of silence. “I guess you’re right, daddy. I’ll go first thing in the morning,” Dorian answered. She disconnected the call.
Sidney set his cell phone on the table by his chair and got up, strutted over to his bar, and topped off his drink.
He strutted back to his chair and picked up his cell phone, punching a number into it.
Inside a bar in Columbus, Bruno sat at the end of the bar and sipped on a Captain Morgan and coke. His cell phone rang. He looked at the viewfinder. “Hey, boss,” he answered.
“Bruno. I want you to do your thing tomorrow. I’ll give you another call for the time and location. Okay?” Sidney said from Bruno’s cell phone.
“I’ll be ready and only need about thirty minutes notice,” Bruno replied. He disconnected the call and made another call.
“Hey, tomorrow is the night, so stand by all day, and I’ll let you know when and where,” Bruno said., then disconnected that call.
Dorian stormed into their bedroom and walked up to the walk-in closet inside. She removed a suitcase and threw it on her bed.
She stormed over to her dresser and started removing a couple of pairs of underwear. She threw them on the bed, and they landed on the suitcase.