I never made it back to my hotel that night. It rained, and it rained with no sign of stopping. People who were strolling the streets were forced to head back into the shelter. We all were trying to escape the rain. I ducked inside the first bar I found. It had a strange stench. I couldn’t put my finger on it. But I didn’t care. That wasn’t what I was there for.“I want a beer,” I demanded. The barman looked at me and handed me a beer. I didn’t even bother to look at the label. I swallowed it down within minutes. “Another one.” The barman nodded his head and brought what me what I demanded. I sat there with my beer and listened to the pitter-patter of the rain. I noted that no one else was in the bar besides the barman and me. The bell on top of the door rang indicating a newcomer.
“Henry.” I turned to face the door. It was Helen. Helen Ferguson.
“Yes,” I said drunkenly.
“The barman told me where you guys ran off too. Where is Catherine? Why aren’t you with her? Did she give birth yet?!” She asked the speed rapid fire.
“Oh, my G-” I grabbed her hand before she could finish her sentence and pulled her outside. I turned and faced her. Our faces inches apart. Almost missing her face, I kissed her.
“What about Catherine?” She asked while pulling away.
“She’s dead.” I then grabbed her body and forced myself on her. Next thing I knew we were back in her hotel room.
The following morning, I was awakened by the pounding in my head. It felt as if someone had bashed my head in. I shifted my body away from the sunlight and forced my eyes to open. I looked around the room for anything familiar. Anything to bring back a memory from last night. Nothing. I was in a room I had never been in before. I was gathering my belongings when the door popped open. In walked Helen.
“Hello, Henry,” She said with a smile. I glanced at her and then continued to search for my clothes.
“Rinaldi wants …