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There was a confused exchange as the old farmer led Malachi to the barn and flipped a switch on the wall that illuhts

No, not false Malachi knehat they were They were the electric lights the huy they used to power all sorts of things Lights Musical players Machines Malachi caught sight of the machine at the end of the barn

A tractor The name popped into his mind before he had a chance to catch the source Snatches of knowledge kept bubbling up, unpredictable and elusive Disconnected fro to the next, he realized he knew the nae theAnd some instinctive part of him knew that he should know Knew that if he could just find sonoring the old man who ushered him to a chair by the workbench He didn’t even notice when the farlued to the paper on the table He grabbed it as his heart began to race Letters and characters always made sense He sat down in the old chair and traced his hands over each one, learning its shape, letting his mind unlock its secrets

The curve of an S, like a serpent in the grass, hissing its tongue

The circled perfection of the O

The slashing strength of the V

His mind drank them up like a beast deprived of water The letters turned into words, the words ju of the letters crept into his e of power The shouts on the other side of the wall began to erous"

"…no head wounds …if he was attacked? Do you want…?"

Malachi glanced at the front of the paper Then at the date He understood the date, even if it didn’t , but then, what did he know? He read the headlines

Protests Spread to Ankara

Economic Forecasts by the EU Favorable into 2014

Tourism Down in Istanbul for Su the chaotic thoughts that tumbled and twisted More pieces fell into place He was in Turkey, in Anatolia, where he had been born But it was hundreds of years later, and he knew his faer here But others were, and he needed to find them Others of his race would be able to help hi Did he need to go to Istanbul? Part of him latched on to that idea while a darker whisper warned him to avoid that ancient city

The woh the newspaper, and every picture jogged different memories Rush-hour traffic in Ankara An airplane crash Charts showing the ebb and flow of co pointed hied the memories he was so desperate to find

Malachi looked up when the barn door opened The old farmer and his wife stood side by side, the man concerned, the woman obviously suspicious