CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“Who are you?” He asked as soon as we landed on Earth.

We were in an empty stadium. The lights were still on and the only other sound aside from his voice was that engine of cars outside.

“None of your business. This is where we go separate.”

He waved his hand in the air to grab me. I smacked his head with a hand.

“Be grateful I am not killing you.”

I walked away, drawing my cloak closer to my body. Once I found the exit, I began to my trek down the busy street. But I could not help but wonder where I was.

The answer presented itself with a billboard; Ikitelli district, Istanbul, Turkey.

That’s pretty far from home.

I sat on a public bench and dug into the pocket of the cloak for the things Uncle Al kept in. I brought out a smartphone, a visa, handful of cash and a MasterCard.

First, I need change these dollars to the Turkey currency and then a place to sleep tonight. But the banks would be closed. An hotel perhaps?

How can I use a hotel if I can’ttake off the cloak? This is h