{"id":585,"date":"2019-08-17T12:37:27","date_gmt":"2019-08-17T16:37:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rosenblath.ca\/wordpress\/?p=585"},"modified":"2019-08-17T12:39:20","modified_gmt":"2019-08-17T16:39:20","slug":"novel-chapter-1-i-will-not-fear-the-dark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rosenblath.ca\/wordpress\/2019\/08\/novel-chapter-1-i-will-not-fear-the-dark\/","title":{"rendered":"Novel – Chapter 1 : I will not fear the dark"},"content":{"rendered":"
The fires were raging. The alarm was sounding. \u00a0It started as a low annoying sound and slowly built in volume and intensity. \u00a0There was a sense of urgency to the alarm. \u00a0Run. Get out. \u00a0Hurry, your life depends on it, it seemed to say to me. \u00a0There\u2019s no time to waste. Go now.<\/div>\n
I stumbled to my feet and started to pull on my pants while shaking the sleep from my head. I was half way through putting my shirt on when I realized I had been dreaming and the alarm that was going off was the first alarm in a series of alarms that I set on my mobile phone to wake me up in the morning for work. \u00a0 I had been dreaming about the fires again. \u00a0“The fires\u201d were the fires that engulfed Fort McMurray during my last year of high school and caused the entire city to evacuate while our homes burned and our lives disintegrated right before our eyes.<\/div>\n
It was a hot and dry spring that year and the fires had started as wild fires but spread quickly. \u00a0Before we knew what was happening and the scale of it, all of Fort McMurray was burning. \u00a0Social Media and News Media all over the world reported about the events as they unfolded. \u00a0People posted videos of their flight out of the city. \u00a0People posted the video from their live cams from inside their houses as fire crept in and consumed everything. \u00a0People posted how we all deserved it and it was karma for our dependence on the oil industry. People posted all kinds of things.<\/div>\n
The world watched as our city burned. \u00a0The history books record it as one of the biggest evacuations due to fire in Canadian history.<\/div>\n
The evacuation is a bit of a blur to me. \u00a0We gathered as much of our stuff as we could and evacuated to my Grandmother\u2019s house in Smokey Lake to the south.<\/div>\n
We stayed at my grandmother\u2019s house in Smokey Lake for 2 months from May to July, then moved out and rented our own house on Smokey Lake to begin rebuilding our lives. \u00a0Our house had been completely destroyed by fire and there was no doubt that we\u2019d get insurance money for it, but with all the other insurance claims at the time by all the other people affected by the fire, it would take quite a while before the insurance company would pay out and my mother could decide what to do. \u00a0Luckily for us, my mother was a teleworker for North West Tel and could work from just about anywhere.<\/div>\n
It was just my mother Kate Slayden, my sister Jenni (who was two years my junior) and me Porter Slayden. \u00a0My father Carl Slayden had disappeared 6 years previously when I was 12. \u00a0He was presumed dead, but my sister and I weren\u2019t totally convinced that he was dead even to this day. \u00a0We would hear our mother talking to her friends and crying around the time he disappeared under what most people called mysterious circumstances. \u00a0We didn\u2019t really know what that meant, but to us it meant, there was still a chance he was alive. \u00a0My mother had had to accept that he was gone and move on and she had managed pretty well considering she had two young children to look after, a mortgage and a car payment. \u00a0She had been doing pretty well surviving on her Salary from North West Tel and the insurance company had paid out on my father\u2019s life insurance even though they couldn\u2019t prove he was dead.<\/div>\n
My father had worked for the City of Fort McMurray as a City Engineer. \u00a0He was always venturing into the depths of the city to find problems and organize the repair of water lines and sewers or track down the source of water that was leaking into office building basements, isolating natural gas leaks or organizing the expansion of infrastructure support in the newer sections of the city.<\/div>\n
The story as we were told it was that my father had been working on expanding a new part of the city. \u00a0A project called \u201cWest End Growth”. \u00a0He was overseeing the construction of sewers, water and power for the expanding area of the west end of the city.<\/div>\n
One day he went down into a newly dug section of the expansion and just disappeared. \u00a0There was no cave in, no explosion, no flooding, and no reason for concern of any kind. \u00a0He just walked into the ground one day and never came out.<\/div>\n
The city and the RCMP spent three months \u00a0searching for him and trying to reconstruct the day he disappeared and the events leading up to his disappearance. \u00a0The final results were inconclusive and eventually they had to stop the investigation under pressure from the city to re-open the area so the project could continue.<\/div>\n
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We made it through that tragedy only to once again have our lives turned upside down by the fire in the spring of 2016.<\/div>\n
I finished my last year of high school in Smokey Lake and even though I didn\u2019t want to leave, I headed out in 2017 for the University of Toronto Systems Design Program. \u00a0I had always been a computer geek and I was good with electronics so it was a natural fit for me. \u00a0I felt like I was abandoning my Mom my Sister after all of the things we\u2019d been through. \u00a0My Mom convinced me I had to continue on with my life and make the most of it. \u00a0She insisted she and Jenni would be fine and since we weren\u2019t living in Fort McMurray anymore, there wasn\u2019t any reason for me to stay. \u00a0I had talked about trying to get a job working on the restoration of the city, but after many long talks and discussions with my Mom and her friends and my teachers, they convinced me that if I really wanted to help, I could make a better contribution if I went to university and got an education. \u00a0After that if I wanted to come back and help rebuild Fort McMurray, I would be able to make an even bigger difference than just a smart kid out of high school looking to help.<\/div>\n
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I finished System Design at U of T and went on to get my Masters at MIT in Boston. \u00a0Now after 7 years, I was finally back in my home town of Fort McMurray. \u00a0\u00a0Although 7 years had passed, I still had nightmares about the night we escaped the city. \u00a0The nightmares had gone away for a while but ever since my return to the partially rebuilt Fort McMurray, the nightmares had started up again. \u00a0I had nightmares about my Dad from time to time too. It had been almost 13 years since he disappeared. They were really bad right after he first disappeared. \u00a0I would see him being swallowed up by a big hole in the ground and reaching out to me, but I couldn\u2019t quite reach his hand, then he would be sucked into the swirling vortex in the hole and was gone. \u00a0My mom had told me I should get into \u00a0therapy for my nightmares when I was at University, but I was never the kind of person that felt I needed therapy. \u00a0I could think through and rationalize the reason for my nightmares and even sometimes figure out the causes as I saw them, then move on. \u00a0The nightmares didn\u2019t rule my life. \u00a0I was still able to sleep and work and live. \u00a0A part of me didn’t want the nightmares to be gone because in a way they connected me to my Dad.<\/div>\n
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I turned off my alarm and laid back on my bed. My smartphone said6:30am. \u00a0I laid there for a bit thinking about the nightmare I was just having and all that had transpired since that late night drive, \u00a0then I decided I might as well get up and make some coffee and head to work. \u00a0Work being WestComm. \u00a0WestComm was a huge engineering firm that was heading up the rebuilding of Fort McMurray\u2019s Communications infrastructure. \u00a0I had secured a position as an Infrastructure Systems Engineer while finishing my Masters in Systems Design Methodology at MIT in Boston. \u00a0I was back in my home town and finally working to help rebuild the city that we lost so many years ago. \u00a0 My Mom and Jenni were living in Fort McMurray again too. \u00a0Jenni was just finishing College with a PSW diploma and was starting a job with company in Fort McMurray that specialized in home care. \u00a0Mom was still working for North West Tel from home. \u00a0Home for her was a new home she had built 4 years previously when she finally received the insurance money from North Western Insurance. Co. \u00a0They had given her enough to buy a new property and build a new home and furnish it. \u00a0Jenni was living with Mom for now, but was already looking for her own place to rent now that she was finished school and ready to move out on her own.<\/div>\n
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I walked out to my kitchen and ground some coffee beans and made a cup of coffee with my one cup coffee maker. \u00a0As I stood looking out the kitchen window to the back yard drinking my coffee, I noticed that the apple\u00a0tree in\u00a0the yard was in full bloom. \u00a0I wondered if I would be able to eat the apples on the tree once they were ready. \u00a0It was a nice yard in a nice quiet area of Fort McMurray. \u00a0 My place was pretty small but I liked it. I had rented a 2 bedroom guesthouse from a lady named\u00a0Malka Cummings. \u00a0Mrs. Cummings was a nice old lady that knew my Mother via her volunteer work at the nursing home and had a place for rent. \u00a0My Mother told me Mrs. Cummings had been lonely since her husband died a few years ago. \u00a0My Mom volunteered at the Pleasant Acres nursing home on weekends and up until a few years ago, Mr. Cummings had been a resident. \u00a0Mrs. Cummings had had to put him in the nursing home when his health took a turn for the worse. \u00a0 The two of them had been married for 45 years\u00a0and now that Mr. Cummings was gone, Malka could use the income she received from renting her guest house. \u00a0I found Mrs. Cummings a little nosey. \u00a0She knocked on my door a several times a month to check on me and make sure I was putting the septic system tonic into the toilet once a month, that the pipes\u00a0weren\u2019t leaking, that I had enough food, there were no mice or bugs…and the list went on. \u00a0 Personally I thought she\u00a0just wanted someone to talk to, but since she didn\u2019t bother me all that often, I didn\u2019t really complain. \u00a0The rent was really reasonable\u00a0and I wasn\u2019t ready to buy a house yet, so this was a good arrangement. \u00a0I had spent a lot on my education, so I really needed to pay my student\u00a0loans down before I could buy a house. \u00a0I managed to get a new car when I started my job, but only because part of my compensation package from WestComm was a car allowance. \u00a0Having a car was a requirement of the job since I often had to travel to job sites. \u00a0The guest house was a single floor above a 2 car Victorian style garage. \u00a0 I wasn\u2019t sure about having to walk up a set of stairs to get to my house, but now that I was settled in I kind of liked the view. \u00a0I could see out over the whole yard\u00a0and the forest across the road. \u00a0There was a park on the edge of the forest with a big pond in it. \u00a0It was\u00a0actually a pretty nice view from the kitchen and the living room.<\/div>\n
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I\u00a0finished my coffee, grabbed my laptop satchel and car keys off the key rack near the garage entrance, put on my jacket and went out the door and down the spiral staircase into the garage. \u00a0Along with the rental of the\u00a0guest house came the use of the garage, so I could park my new Mini Cooper S inside which was great. \u00a0Mrs. Cummings didn\u2019t drive\u00a0and the\u00a0other side of the garage had been converted into a sort of office\/work\u00a0space. \u00a0I was using it as my own personal office \/ computer lab. \u00a0It gave me\u00a0lots of room to work and kind of doubled as a party room\/rec room when friends came over. \u00a0I had mounted a 50 inch LED TV on the wall and setup my\u00a0surround sound in there as well as my music equipment. \u00a0My old\u00a0acoustic guitar that I had saved from the fire so long ago hung on the wall in the Lab. It was a long time since I used it and I had purchased a new\u00a0acoustic guitar a long time ago, but it was kind of a\u00a0souvenir from another time in my life, so I mounted it on the wall in the lab.<\/div>\n
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I hopped into my car, pressed the garage door button opener and headed to work.<\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re listening to the\u00a0morning drive with Matt and Penny on 97.5 Kick FM”<\/div>\n
The radio chimed as I pulled onto the highway that lead to the downtown area.<\/div>\n
“And now the news. \u00a0The rebuilding of Fort McMurray continues. \u00a0City officials estimate the city rebuild will take another 10 years to complete. \u00a0In another news conference Mayer McKenna said that WestComm was doing the best it could do to connect the Internet infrastructure\u00a0throughout the city, but residents are reminded to be patient.”<\/div>\n
I chuckled to myself. \u00a0\u201cYep I\u2019m doing the best I can\u201d I said out loud.<\/div>\n
The mayor had been taking a lot of grief in the press lately for the cost of the city rebuild. \u00a0Part of that cost was the exorbitant consulting fees paid to WestComm to connect the cities Communications infrastructure and coordinate the connection of Telus Network connections, Bell Connections and West Hydro Fibre that served as the backbone\u00a0for the city.<\/div>\n
\u201cGood help is hard to find folks\u201d I added.<\/div>\n
The drive to work was a short distance. \u00a0About 20 mins\u00a0through the now rebuilt part of the city to\u00a0the WestComm offices. \u00a0I found a parking spot and headed into the office.<\/div>\n
WestComm had leased a single floor sprawling office in the industrial area of the East end of Fort McMurray.<\/div>\n
As I went\u00a0through the front door, the receptionist Penny, gave me a smile and\u00a0nodded toward the conference room just\u00a0ahead of the reception area.<\/div>\n
“They\u2019re waiting for you in the\u00a0conference room kid\u201d she said.<\/div>\n
Conference room? I thought. \u00a0I didn\u2019t have a meeting scheduled first\u00a0thing this morning. \u00a0I never liked meetings first thing in the morning. \u00a0“I guess it\u2019s a good thing I came in early huh Penny\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
Penny smiled back at me. \u00a0\u201cGo\u00a0gettem tiger\u201d she said\u00a0with a grin.<\/div>\n
Penny was a bit of a flirt. \u00a0She called all the younger guys like myself kid. \u00a0Not that she was that much older. \u00a0She was probably in her mid 30\u2019s. \u00a0She was good looking, but the problem was, she knew it.<\/div>\n
When I first started for WestComm, Penny was the first girl I noticed and I almost asked her out until one of the guys in the office told me that she had dated just about the whole accounting department and was still working\u00a0her way up to\u00a0the executives. \u00a0Ok so “Penny is nice, but a bit of a gold digger. \u00a0Got it.\u201d I had said.<\/div>\n
I stuck my head in the conference room and saw that Mr. Finch and Nadivah were in there along with some other guy that I didn\u2019t recognize.<\/div>\n
\u201cHey Porter\u201d Nadivah Said<\/div>\n
\u201cHey Nad, Hi Mr. Finch,\u00a0You\u00a0guys mind if I grab a coffee real quick?\u201d \u00a0I said<\/div>\n
\u201cNo problem, go ahead.\u201d Mr. Finch said.<\/div>\n
I went back to my office and grabbed my coffee mug, grabbed a coffee from the lunch room on the way back toward the conference room and then headed into the\u00a0conference room.<\/div>\n
\u201cPorter, I\u2019d like you to meet\u00a0Pradosh Cherian” Mr. Finch Said<\/div>\n
\u201cHi Pradosh\u201d I said, \u201cNice to meet you”<\/div>\n
“Hello Porter, nice to meet you too\u201d Pradosh said.<\/div>\n
Mr. Finch Said. “Porter, Pradosh is from our Public Relations department. \u00a0He\u2019s been sent here to shadow you for a few days and get to know you. \u00a0WestComm has been under a lot of criticism in the press lately and Public relations thinks that getting an article about a local boy working for WestComm to help rebuild Fort McMurray is just what we need to help improve our image.<\/div>\n
I looked at Mr. Finch, then at Nadivah, then at Pradosh.<\/div>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re gonna be a star Slayden\u201d Nadivah Said with a big grin on her face.<\/div>\n
Nadivah Brickman was a member of my infrastructure team and she loved to tease me.<\/div>\n
Nadivah was 5\u20195\u201d had long dark hair and blue eyes. \u00a0She was a little overweight, but just enough to give her curves in all the right places. \u00a0I liked Nadivah. \u00a0I especially liked the fact that she got excited about new ideas and projects. \u00a0I could tell she tended to neglect the more routine aspects of life. Her hair wasn\u2019t always perfect and she seldom wore makeup. \u00a0She had a great ability to understand concepts and apply logic to find solutions. \u00a0She was great to work with and once I worked up the courage, I was planning to ask her out.<\/div>\n
“Very Funny Nad\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
“Mr. Finch, do I really have to do this. \u00a0I don\u2019t really like the idea of being in the spotlight. I understand that the company could use the positive public spin, but does it have to be at my expense?” I sad.<\/div>\n
“You don\u2019t have to do it if you don\u2019t want to Porter, but WestComm would really appreciate your help in this\u201d Mr. Finch said.<\/div>\n
Read between the lines, I thought.<\/div>\n
I don\u2019t have to do it, but making your employer happy doesn\u2019t hurt.<\/div>\n
\u201cOK Mr. Finch, I\u2019ll do it, how does this work?\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
“For the next few days, where you go, I go\u201d Pradosh Said.<\/div>\n
“Alright, as long as you don\u2019t follow me into the washroom, I\u2019m good\u201d I said with a smirk.<\/div>\n
\u201cOh c\u2019mon Slayden, you\u2019re going to have Pradosh leave out all the most interesting stuff!\u201d Nadivah Said.<\/div>\n
\u201cHar Har very funny Nad.\u00a0Maybe they need an exciting expose on a Jewish Canadian female working in the technology industry\u2026\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m sure you are way more interesting…\u201d Nadivah said with a smile and a toothy grin.<\/div>\n
\u201cAlright Pradosh, let\u2019s do this thing then. \u00a0I need to head down to the west end and check out the grid and fiber ties that were recently completed.” \u00a0I said.<\/div>\n
“Nad, you\u2019re going too right? You need to check out the switches and the controllers don\u2019t you? I said.<\/div>\n
\u201cYep, already to go boss\u201d Nadivah said.<\/div>\n
“Alright, let\u2019s check our emails and head out in about 30 then.\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
I wasn\u2019t really Nadivah\u2019s boss, but I kind of liked it when she called me that.<\/div>\n
“Pradosh, you need to put on some safety shoes and you\u2019ll need a hardhat if you are going with us. \u00a0Do you have all that?\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
\u201cSure do Boss\u201d Pradosh Said<\/div>\n
“Oh great, now I have two smart asses to contend with\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
Both Pradosh and Nadivah laughed and smiled at each other.<\/div>\n
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I went back to my office and Nadivah to hers to check our emails and get ready to head down to the site. \u00a0Pradosh was setup in the spare office near the conference room. \u00a0We often put visitors in that office. \u00a0Usually people just needed a space to put their stuff and access to the network and phone etc.<\/div>\n
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Approximately 30 minutes later we grabbed our stuff and headed out towards the west end.<\/div>\n
We decided to take Nadivah\u2019s Honda Civic instead of my Mini since there were three of us this time. \u00a0Usually it was just Nadivah and I and we could take my Mini and not be worried about space.<\/div>\n
We left the industrial park and made our way along the highway to the west end loop exit then headed into the west end. \u00a0Traffic was pretty light because this end of the city wasn\u2019t even close to being finished. \u00a0Mostly, it was still under construction and only local traffic was allowed, so it made for a quick trip.<\/div>\n
We parked near the site entrance, grabbed our gear and headed into the utilities building that served as the entrance to the underground.<\/div>\n
As we entered the building I was explaining how things were laid out to Pradosh.<\/div>\n
\u201cThe city\u2019s Infrastructure utilizes a top down approach to services. \u00a0The various cables and piping required are layered in levels, so that you have to go down to different levels to reach the various types of infrastructure. \u00a0Sewers are on the bottom, followed by water piping, then networking and electrical and so on as you head from the bottom up. \u00a0This allows for water to settle in the bottom with little effect on electrical for example in the event that the bottom levels flooded for whatever reason. Electrical has higher priority than networking so it is the last layer closest to the surface.\u201d I explained.<\/div>\n
\u201cSo we have to go down to the networking level which should be\u2026.two?\u201d Pradosh said.<\/div>\n
\u201cWow he\u2019s a quick one\u201d Said Nadivah with fake admiration and her eyes open really wide.<\/div>\n
Pradosh turned a slightly pinkish shade of brown and smiled and said \u201cSo what\u2019s it like to be helping rebuild the city of your birth after so many years Porter? \u00a0How does that make you feel?\u201d<\/div>\n
It was my turn to blush apparently.<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m really proud to be helping get the city back in working order. \u00a0I felt bad when I had to leave to go to University, so I\u2019m really glad to be back and making a difference\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s good stuff, can I quote you on that\u201d Pradosh said.<\/div>\n
\u201cSure\u201d I said. \u201cJust don\u2019t quote me on anything unless I give the ok. Alright?\u201d I added.<\/div>\n
Pradosh nodded. \u00a0\u201cSure thing Boss\u201d he said.<\/div>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t start that again\u201d I said with a grin.<\/div>\n
We made our way to the elevator that services the lower levels of the infrastructure.<\/div>\n
The elevator was a simple box with a pull down cage in the front. \u00a0I opened the cage and the three of us boarded the elevator. \u00a0Once we were all in, \u00a0I closed the gate and pressed number 4. “Let’s go down to the bottom and give Pradosh a quick tour, then work our way back up Nad.” I said.<\/div>\n
“Sure, why not, you only live once. ” Nadivah said with a smile<\/div>\n
The elevator jerked into movement and began to descend. \u00a0When it reached 4 we were all expecting it to stop, \u00a0but it kept going.<\/div>\n
The number switched to 5, 6, 7, then the elevator jerked throwing us all off balance, it stopped briefly, then started moving so fast Nadivah let out a scream.<\/div>\n
“Jake! What’s happening? She said<\/div>\n
“I don’t know, just hang on!” I managed to scream as we plummeted faster down.<\/div>\n
Just when we were all expecting a violent crash, the elevator slowed and came to a gentle stop.<\/div>\n
When I looked out the cage I was staring into blackness.<\/div>\n
We all looked at each other and I could see the relief in the other’s faces. \u00a0I was pretty sure my face held the same expression.<\/div>\n
“How far did we we fall?” Pradosh said<\/div>\n
“I don’t know. \u00a0This doesn’t make any sense. \u00a0There are only supposed to be four levels.” I said.<\/div>\n
“Now what do we do?” Nadivah said reaching for the emergency phone on the panel.<\/div>\n
She picked it up and her expression turned dark.<\/div>\n
“There’s no dial tone, and it’s not ringing” Nadivah said<\/div>\n
“C’mon you guys, your just trying to freak me out aren’t you” Pradosh said<\/div>\n
” I wish that was true Pradosh, I really do.” I said.<\/div>\n
I had no sooner finished speaking when the elevator light started to flicker and went so dim we could barely see each other.<\/div>\n
“Oh this just keeps getting better every minute.\u201d\u00a0Nadivah said.<\/div>\n
I pulled out my iPhone and unlocked the screen. \u00a0The signal indicator said searching.<\/div>\n
“Anyone have a signal”. I said<\/div>\n
Pradosh and Nadivah each pulled their respective phones out and checked them.<\/div>\n
“Nothing” Pradosh Said<\/div>\n
“Same here.” Nadivah said.<\/div>\n
I used my thumb and swiped upward on my phone then hit the flashlight icon. \u00a0I held my iPhone so it was pointing out of the elevator through the gate into the blackness beyond. \u00a0 I could just make out visible traces of what looked like rough rock walls that didn’t resemble anything like the smooth block walls in the upper part of the building.<\/div>\n
“Is that rough cut stone?” Nadivah said<\/div>\n
“Looks like it.” I said.<\/div>\n
We all looked at each other.<\/div>\n
“Well, I don’t think we have a choice, we’re going to have to get off the elevator and look out there to see if there’s a set of stairs or an emergency phone somewhere.” \u00a0I said.<\/div>\n
I lifted the metal gate with a screech and the three of us we walked into the blackness.<\/div>\n
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