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Fate began to deal Felix this new hand as something flaming and alive emerged from<br />
that hole, burning white-hot and intent on its purpose. He lay in bed, twitching, caught in<br />
some bad dream, perhaps even somehow feeling that bad wind blowing. Four more of those<br />
same falling stars came down around the city. One hit the top of Mullholland, and another<br />
landed in the shallow waters of the Santa Monica shore. One hit just west of the Beverly<br />
Hills hotel, and the last found its way to Griffith Park.<br />
Each strike of the earth, it was as if Felix himself was struck. He was not alone in his<br />
hospital room. Another patient lay awake listening to Felix, debated waking him, then<br />
decided he wasn’t going to risk it going badly.<br />
In Santa Monica, a man emerged from the Pacific Ocean, and it was as if the shadows<br />
themselves gathered and wrapped this man in a dark, well-tailored suit. Richard Maruf<br />
never broke stride, didn’t glance at the few observers who had seen this happen. He had<br />
someplace to be, and no time to waste.<br />
At the corner of Beachwood Drive and Franklin, Anjelica Jean took a moment to<br />
somehow light her cigarette simply by drawing on it deeply. She was clad in a sheer black<br />
dress the same midnight shade as the suit that Richard Maruf wore.<br />
In his dreams, Felix found himself in another time and place, and somehow he was<br />
himself but he was not. He lay in bed, sunlight creeping in around the edges of heavy<br />
curtains, reluctant to move or to lose this moment with this beautiful woman. Somehow,<br />
Anjelica Jean was there with him, in that bed, in his dream, even as she hailed a cab on<br />
Franklin, in a hurry of her own. The Anjelica in his dream touched his cheek with her hand,<br />
touched his heart with her sad eyes full of secrets she would never share. Even when she<br />
smiled, that sadness was still there in her eyes. As Felix reached for her in his dream, she<br />
suddenly became fire. She wasn’t burning; she was the fire. And in that dream, Felix did not<br />
care, and he drew her closer to him, allowing those flames to envelop him, to surround him,<br />
to consume him.<br />
When he sat up in bed in his hospital room, suddenly awake but not sure where he<br />
was or how he got there, he cried out just once, and in doing so, he let loose a huge cloud of<br />
smoke, dense and acrid, more than he could have possibly inhaled. Vernon Miller, his<br />
roommate for the moment, sat frozen as a crisp, serious nurse stepped into the room,<br />
turning on the overhead lights. He couldn’t have done much good anyway. Vernon was in<br />
traction.