As they cont8inued forward the tunnel cleared up and became smooth again. They could other groups going by in a blur, not clear enough to make out any details. They were caught up in different currents of time.
"Don't worry about them," said Mike, there are millions of people and guides in here at any given time."
It seemed like an enormous time had passed when Mike stopped. "Are any of you tired and hungry? he asked.
"Yeah!" was the chorus.
As they followed Mike through the side of the tunnel, they entered a large dining hall. There were hundreds of people sitting around eating, drinking and making merry.
"This is a safe house and we will rest here for a while." informed Mike.
As they sat down, the waiter came over to take their order. All of them ordered Jack Daniels bourbon and tried to forget the last few days. Tom and Rip looked around and saw a couple of women sitting in a nearby booth. They walked over and struck up a conversation with them. Rip ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and they got acquainted. Evidently the women had been lonely for a while also.
Jack was afraid of women and steered clear of them. He was becoming increasingly depressed by this. The fact that Corporal Shirah had removed his legs did not help. His depression was beginning to turn to anger and was directed to everyone. Mike could sense this and knew that he had to take him home soon. He did not like what was going to happen but there was nothing he could do to stop it. After all he had his orders.
"Come on gang, time to go." and Mike got up to leave. As they left the safe room Jack felt a sense of foreboding. It was if he knew he was loosing his friends and would never see them again. He did wish that he had the courage to beat the shit out of the Corporal for what he had done, but he did not. He would regret that for the rest of his life.
"Here you are Jack, right back where you stared." said Mike with apprehension. "Go through the door and we will wait for you. Don't forget where you went in."
Jack opened the door and stepped into Whitechapel London, in 1988. Jack was not surprised. It was just as he remembered it. A dark street with just a few gaslights casting shadows all around. A creepy place that would bring panic to someone not used to it. Then he saw her walking out of the shadows headed his way.
"Hey stranger" she tried to be cheerful, but Jack's appearance made that impossible. A small thin man with a long body and short legs and arms did not bring forth the usual "Hey handsome" that other John's got.
That incensed Jack and he reached out instinctively with his long knife and sliced her throat. The blood gushed everywhere. It struck Jack in the face and mouth and he drank it down as quick as he could. This drove him wild and he cut her from the throat to her crotch. The gurgling of blood from her slit throat made him giddy with excitement. He had an immediate hard on and came in his pants. He liked it. The smell of her opened bowels was like a drug and he could not get enough. He took his knife and sliced off her breasts, Rubbing them on his face the blood oozed onto his skin. When the nipple entered his mouth he came again. Her screams mixed with his sexual grunts had cause a commotion. As neighbors came rushing him with pitchforks and axes, Jack stumbled backward and landed in the tunnel.
"Jack, you know you will have to do this several more times." said Mike.
"I can't wait! exclaimed Jack.
Rip and Orson were devastated by what their friend had done. Corporal Shirah was as excited as Jack and his face was flushed red with sexual excitement. Tom was disgusted and angry. He had seen enough killing in the war. He didn't like it then and he certainly did not like this.
"Mike, can't we keep him in the tunnel with us until he gets over this spell he is under? asked Tom
"We can and will, but he will escape from time to time."
They turned and walked up the tunnel.
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