Here was one of the strangest sights I’d ever seen – a huge structure – was it a farmhouse – out in the middle of nowhere with one small road leading to it and nothing else around. The “neighborhood” looked as if it had been built for one reason and one reason only. There were a few bare trees like nothing more than some large twigs scattered along the street in the winter air.
The limo passed the structure, which up close, had an almost renaissance look and feel to it, and then we parked in the back.
“This is where I bid you goodbye, my friend,” Kris said abruptly as he began to step out of the limo.
“Wait a minute! What happens to me?” I demanded.
“You’ll be given instructions on how to move forward. Good luck.”
Kris began to shut ...