Part 2

He closed the case with a decisive 'snap' and pulled a small box out of his pocket. It looked to be about the size of a ring box, and my confusion grew. He held it out with a shaking hand and pressed it into my palm. His other hand curled my fingers around the box and held them tight until I accepted it and held the box tight.

"Very good. Now, what you'll need to do now is..."

I interrupted, "Now wait a minute. I haven't agreed to do anything!"

"Listen here, youngster. You've accepted my box, it's in your hand right this minute. Now do what you're told and you will get to keep all the cash in this case. Refuse me and you'll regret it." He paused and met my eyes. His eyes were stern, intimidating in some way that I couldn't explain. "I don't have much time, so you'll have to listen and stop interrupting me."

I nodded mutely, my eyes not leaving the little ring box in my hand. This suddenly seemed incredibly serious and well out of my control. How did I get myself into these things?

"Now, here's what you have to do. You will take this box home and sleep with it under your pillow for three nights. On the fourth morning, you will wake up and deliver the box. You must follow your directions perfectly. This box has incredible power that you can't imagine. Deliver it into the wrong hands and evil will prevail. Deliver it correctly and the world will be safe for a time, once again. I am counting on you." He stood up and pushed the briefcase close enough to touch my thigh.

"Wait, What directions? You didn't give me any directions!"

He stared at me with that way of his and just said, "You'll know. You'll see your choices in your dreams. Each night will be a different dream and then you'll know." His voice grew urgent, "PLEASE pay attention... it's in your hands now."

And he turned and hurried away as fast as an old man can...