Disappear From View a serial by Frank Lambert

What would you do if, beyond any reason or possibility, you find yourself suddenly thrust back into the past with the opportunity to warn two people that you love how they were going to die?

Haunting Music - Frank awoke from his dream; the details were so clear, with the song playing over in his head. The song was very familiar, almost as if it were one of his favorite songs of all time. Just one line kept playing over and over in his head, the line that played as he kissed her on the dance floor.

Bad News - Jon was instantly up from behind his desk and proceeded to the door. He had a terrible feeling. He opened the door to his office where one of his former students stood, now in full manhood, wearing a Mart Police Sergeants uniform.

The Call - A shutter went through Jon. The kind of feeling you get when you think there is something under your bed reaching out to grab you before you hop into it.

The View - By that afternoon, Jon’s world had turned almost completely upside down. He was sitting down to dinner with his wife when the phone rang. Jon thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t have any food in his mouth at the time, because he would have promptly chocked on it.

The Past - If she only knew, thought Jon. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered his sister looking. Of course, what brother looks at his sister when he’s 19 and thinks she’s beautiful? Cat got free of his grip and walked out of his room. His room. Just as he remembered; James Dean posters and all his football trophies and his very messy room that his mother constantly…

Breakfast - Jon felt light headed again. Come on old boy don’t lose it this time, stay with it, he thought to himself. How is this real? He took a drink of water. Yep, it was water, and it was wet, and he was drinking it. It even tasted just like he remembered. Horrible Waco Public water system water, the foulest water you could drink and it not kill you. Damn it was good! Jon smiled. A second chance, he thought. If I’m dreaming, I’m going to enjoy it.

The Present - Jon's head was swimming again; everything had started to take on a surreal feel. Like you were dreaming but the colors and smells reminded you that it was not at all a dream.

The Dance - He had a hell of a time finding his car. He looked at his watch. 9:27 PM. The dance would end in 33 minutes. If he remembered right, ‘I Only Have Eyes For You’ was the last song. He had plenty of time. But he was not going to take any chances.

Dear Diary - Let's see. I have not written in this thing in Lord knows how many years, but the events of the last couple of days have prompted me to start again.