156- The Return -1

tired of the everyday grind, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure, for I get away from it all. We offer you... Escape! Escape! Designed to free you from the four laws of today for a half hour of high adventure, Standing at the entrance of a woman, a high-end chum-cub, a shuffling footsteps of a blind figure

who will lead you into a harrowing world of darkness and terror. Listen now as escape brings you Kathleen Heights' terrifying story, the return! Prater Menlo caught slowly through the breakwater of the other harbor. Most of the twelve passengers were on deck, looking north beyond the converging jetties of the modern city of Besserha.

The two of us, a man named Tuckett and myself. The Zerto was a destination. I didn't know what brought Tuckett here. I didn't really know what brought me here. I only knew that I'd look for something all over the world without success.

I'd look everywhere except the Zerto. As sure, I checked into the small hotel in a short time later. I was part of the early evening crowd on the streets of the Zerto. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Come here to the Arab. Oh. Sorry, I didn't notice about your eyes. One does not need eyes to perceive truth and envy. No, I suppose not. What's your name? Me, Dad. Hey, the Edith's town is not in the most of here.

And the truth is everywhere for all to see. If they will, not please. No, I hope you're right. Well, uh, goodbye, and they go. New dad, and they say that. Teresa, is this? Hello, Tucker.

I lost track of you when we came ashore, but I find you again at the hotel. But they tell me you're not rich, and the story of saying, Hotel North Africa. How about joining me there for dinner?