The Stranger

It has been a day since my last post (which, FYI was my 50th post on this blog!) while Playwrite, Pete, and all the rest of Tempest's team (thats in DC) were going over the plans for Death (i'll let Temp tell you about it) i was at the Nevada desert!
BUT before i went to the desert i stole the ability to see an objects past by touching it, that way i could find more about Death, Linda and everything else thats going on!
so i was in the place that Death usually takes us (well that is, where he took the others the first time, and me and others the 2nd time), I touched the chair that Death sat at.
i got these images of a radioactive man and... Wireless! except she was Hana Gitleman. then for a long time after that Death was bringing people to that place and he just sat there while they screamed. he was usually typing on a computer, mostly emails to someone called "Voyager", it seemed suspicious given that he wrote things like: "i can kill anyone, just say the word" and "if they come within 100 miles of you then consider them shark bait". i skipped to the more recent events:
Us. Tempest, Damian, Linda and I. there were about 2 others aswell but i cant remember them, i didn't know them which makes it hard and (in true form) my sight was blurred.
"what are you gonna do to us?" Linda was choked up and couldn't really speak.
"I'm gonna kill you, and as for the other 3, i'll just torture until they tell me where the rest of the Tavara's are." He answered with that raspy voice that i hate, it was full of arrogance and triumph. oh how i loathed him! "the best part of all this, is that you wont be alive by the end of the day, and neither will the rest of the Tavara's"
he then started to type to 'Voyager' (he could be Ferris!) i could'nt see the message but i'm guessing that he was saying that he had us.
"how would they know?" i asked him. he turned around, i started to feel the burning in my eyes again.
"i'm not sure" he said, he was still in the chair and he was running a long finger nail down the side of it. "anything is possible these days" he answered.
He was then shot with a taser dart. a man with a mask over his head ran in. he put his hand on Death's head, then he did the same to us, i guess he erased our memories.

i went back to DC, i told them all of the encounter and then i began writing this.