Aftermath

There are only so many bridges connecting Washington State and Oregon spanning the Columbia River.

I have a visualization of that bridge that night that I reference here. Of that visualization in my mind this seems to be the only possible source. One dark night back in the year 2005 and that I saw for only a few minutes at most. Looking closer at the map the location makes sense with what I wrote and what I now vaguely remember.












https://www.google.com/maps/@45.6761681,-121.8619224,3a,44y,299.2h,94t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sr9U3V5El_IJG0kJNxolnTA!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

Google Maps


US-30

Cascade Locks, Oregon












https://www.google.com/maps/@45.6667631,-121.894886,3a,75y,223.05h,107.88t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1shDGIZ6pA-f-0uBPWkieD2w!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

Google Maps


412 US-30

Cascade Locks, Oregon












https://www.google.com/maps/@45.6623098,-121.8976836,3a,59.5y,227.55h,102.04t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sJmBrJcaZON7xyXsipSoSYQ!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

Google Maps


Cascade Locks, Oregon












https://www.google.com/maps/@45.6622901,-121.8978823,3a,36.3y,262.68h,100.48t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1skAaFqUA59_YZsfO9vtk-ig!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

Google Maps


749 US-30

Cascade Locks, Oregon












https://www.google.com/maps/@45.670244,-121.8894825,3a,19.1y,272.74h,91.26t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sWM02CxDTEGxdROcVC4C12g!2e0!7i13312!8i6656


Google Maps


156 Wa Na Pa St

Cascade Locks, Oregon












https://www.google.com/maps/@45.656689,-121.9009401,3a,75y,201.11h,94.78t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sJJNu2k-iBZeN77Halpu0VQ!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

Google Maps


Cascade Locks, Oregon










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 3:03 PM Saturday, September 03, 2005


So that just gave me more reason to keep driving and get this over with. This is insanity. I am nobody. Why does it feel like people know who I am? I feel like I have crashed on to The Planet of the Apes. Then something else happened. I had crossed the state line into Oregon and I was heading west along the interstate making my way to the Portland area where I would turn south. I was in Oregon, it was night, and I stopped at this convenience store. There were two people behind the counter and one made a strange comment to another that I initially dismissed but then it started gnawing on me as I was driving. One asked the other something about whether she wanted to help somebody or another. The other replied that she “didn’t care”. I thought about that a long time because something about it was nagging me. And then again I realized they knew who I was. I had no idea where I was, I had never even driven through that area, I couldn’t even pick it out again on a map, it was just a random stop I made at some store, but yet these people know who I am. It is staggeringly insane. I am Truman freakin’ Burbank. So I thought more about those comments. I realized that they knew who I was, they knew I was on my way to die, and in response to a question about giving me any help, the answer is “I don’t care.” That really hurt. Even after all this anguish I had been feeling, something new would come along and teach me another lesson about pain.

I would keep thinking about it more but I later reached a different conclusion. Maybe they didn’t actually know where I was going. Maybe they didn’t know my plans. They knew who I was but they didn’t know what I was planning to do. They thought I was just taking a road trip to try to clear my head or something. I was still a trivial person to them in the sense of leaving me alone, concern for my private life was just a triviality, but maybe what the other person meant was that she didn’t care about my private life. She was trying to express that she objected to the way I was being treated and she didn’t want to participate in it. Later, when I was near Portland and literally at another crossroads, going south meant death, turning north meant going back to my apartment to continue looking for clues that would steer me out of this tormenting experience, it was that alternative interpretation of her comments that made me turn north, along with another reason I will describe later. I had to give it a lot of deliberation because I was almost out of money and if I wanted to go south again, I would have to do it on foot.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 September 2005 excerpt ends]










http://www.tv.com/shows/aftermath-2016/in-rats-alley-3417627/

tv.com


Aftermath Season 1 Episode 2

In Rats Alley

Aired Tuesday 10:00 PM Oct 04, 2016 on Syfy

The Copelands continue to search for their daughter while facing catastrophic solar flares, demons and beasts that they had thought were mythological, but now discover are terrifyingly real.

AIRED: 10/4/16



http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=aftermath-2016&episode=s01e02


Springfield! Springfield!


Aftermath

In Rats Alley


Can you get to Grandpa's? Yes, but I But what? Brianna? [cell phone beeps] Mom? Mom! Ugh, shit! But it's good news, it's good news! Yeah, wait, wait, here, here.
- She's all right.
- I knew we'd find her.
- I knew it.
- It's good news.
- That's my girl.
- We're gonna go get her.
At least you found them.
Yeah.
Yeah, they said I can meet them in Seattle.
If we make it.
What do you mean, "if"? We only have two miles of gas left.
My car displays range.
And you didn't think to mention this? My friend, Dell, is meeting us here.
- He's supposed to have extra gas.
- There's nobody here! There's one car! Well, it's not Dell's! Maybe he borrowed one.
Is it Dell? Oh.
It is.
He, uh He seems to have died.
What do you mean he died? Died how? Killed for the gas cans, presumably.










http://gateworld.net/sg1/s1/transcripts/101.shtml

GateWorld


STARGATE SG-1

EPISODE NUMBER - 101

DVD DISC - Season 1, Disc 1

ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 07.27.97


[The prisoners scream and run to the back of the room as Apophis and the Goa'uld leave. Teal'c and his guards remain. They advance and ready their weapons, Teal'c at the front of them.]

O'NEILL
(to Teal'c)
I can save these people! Help me! Help me.

TEAL'C
Many have said that.










http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=fugitive-the

Springfield! Springfield!


Fugitive, The (1993)


Shit! I just bought these shoes.
Shut up, Cosmo.
Which way, Sam?



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:59 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 06 October 2016