“Listen, Ha Pi. There are many things that I haven’t been able to tell you. But, you have got to trust me. We can talk when I can find the space.”
...thought Ha Pi...
"…now, Binky is starting to look like..."
...then, nothing, a black pool of potential energy vibrating in a rhythm that was coloured mystical. At that moment, he suddenly realized he couldn't remember when or where he met Binky. It was as if Binky had always been there, on the outskirts of his reality, a fringe element colouring the horizons from the outside in, bending the light back into the centre.
Binky made a gesture like a bad mime pushing a box. It was meant to make Ha Pi stop.
“It’s okay Ha Pi…you can stop running. We need to get into the RV”
Ha Pi remembered. An RV had come barreling down the road and slammed to an abrupt stop next to Ha Pi and Binky. First, the RV had smiled at him and winked it's light at him. Then, a brutish ape of a man bounded out and demanded Ha Pi and Binky get in. Disconcerting at any time, this scene of dread had been compounded by a chill warning that rang loud and clear: Events worse than death would ensue if he didn't run. It was a small but piercing drop of sweat that ran down his spine that finished him off. It cut like a scalpel blade and opened his spinal chord to a vision of pure horror. That was when he had bolted.
But now, Ha Pi was tired and for some odd reason he trusted Binky. So, he stopped running.
Ha Pi stopped and the RV suddenly appeared. Out stepped Hugo Bones looking slightly amused.
“Geez, for an old stoned boozed wasted muckfuck, you can run. So, if you are finished with the exercising, let’s get in and go for a ride."
Ha Pi, resigning to his fate, followed Binky into the eerie light that swallowed the inside of the RV.