1 comments/ 9145 views/ 1 favorites The Hogue Dossier By: qhml1 I'm Back! If you haven't read the other parts of this storyline, it won't mean much to you. The next installment will be posted two day from this now, in NonConsent. Thanks for your time. Part five. If you chased me through all the categories so far, I admire your persistence. .................................................. Dr. Jillian Parker sat at her desk, head in hand, wondering how she had gotten so far away from the life course she had envisioned. It was a rhetorical question, she could look back and remember exactly when she made the wrong decision or took the wrong action, realizing even as they happened she would end up tragically. She was an adrenalin junkie. Skydiving, bungee jumping, black diamond skier, the closer to death she was the more alive she felt. She tried to cut back after she married and had children, but eventually she gave in and just hid it from them. When she was approached from some very powerful men with less than respectable professions to do some work, she jumped in wholeheartedly. Most were educated, urbane, well mannered. But the aura of power was like an aphrodisiac, and soon she was sharing a bed with several. Her husband found out and objected. Her friends tried to persuade him to leave the status quo alone, but he persisted. They broke a few bones, but her husband was no idiot and soon authorities that they couldn't control took interest. Her playmates went to jail, she got lucky and went to divorce court. Because most of her activities couldn't be verified and her friends protected her she kept her license to practice, but was put on probation. Her partners asked her to leave, pointedly. So she struck out on her own. Despite her personal life she was a very good physciatrist, and slowly built a good practice. She lived frugally, her husband got custody of her son and daughter, and her child support was was based on her earnings at the time, not what she made now. She didn't mind, it was her form of penance. She got them every other weekend. It was tense at first, but a mothers' love and her professional training eventually got them to come around. They actually enjoyed their time with her, and her husband got alone time with his new wife. She sat in the dark for two days crying when her son let it slip he was remarrying, finally giving up hope she could find a way back. It was her desperation for money that had her in the position she was in now. A few associates of her old playmates asked her to study and profile a few people, to make it easier to persuade them to their way of thinking. They hired private detectives and researchers, giving her tons of information. She would prepare a profile and submit it. She got a nice fee, and if her assessment was good, she got a bonus. She didn't feel good about it, but legitimate companies did it all the time when choosing key personnel. No one wanted a skeleton to pop out of the closet down the road. Her normal contact had given her the latest assignment, with a warning. "This isn't for us. It's a favor to someone outside our group, and to be honest, my employers are scared shitless of him. Word of caution. Do not pry, do not try to find out the identity of your employer. You couldn't anyway, he's so layered in offshore shell companies it borders on paranoia. If he even thinks you're sniffing around, it would be really bad for you, and your family. My advice, do the job as fast as you can and forget about the whole thing. Here's your contact information and the names of the agencies being used. The man travels a lot and one firm could never keep up with him." Opening the dossier, she recognized him instantly. After all he had been on television for two years, Some tabloids and legitimate magazines ranked him one of the sexiest men alive at the time. She looked at a recent photo, time had been good to him. Reading the stats, she was surprised at his size, he didn't look that big on the small screen. Six foot six, between two hundred fifty and two hundred eighty pounds. She held an article on him when he was in the Olympics, the only man to medal in two fields during the same competition. According to the report, he still practiced martial arts, but there was no mention of his level. Most of the information gathered was public record, the investigators were having an extremely hard time getting anything personal currently. The only ones to talk were disgruntled ex employees, and even they wouldn't go past generalities. Her employer got impatient and sent a message. "It's time to stop trying to dig with a shovel and get a backhoe. You move enough dirt, you always find something." ................................................. It was a warm, late spring day in Atlanta. Mike Hogue was walking with his best[probably only true]friend. They were laughing, remembering their trip abroad late last year. The friend, Martin Coombs, was considered to be an extremely dangerous man. One or the top criminals in Atlanta, he ran his empire with an iron fist. People disappeared on his whim, and others were never the same after an encounter. Over the years, he had worked out a truce with his competitors, even partnering up for an occasional venture. There was no checking up on each other when totaling profits. There was a saying in the underworld of Atlanta. "Nobody ever cheats MC[his street name] more than once, because he kills them the first time." For all his reputation, he was a skilled negotiator, and for the most part there was very little violence against each other among the criminal element of Atlanta. Still, he lived with a target on his back, and he was very particular about security. He had two obvious bodyguards trailing behind him at all times, two 'front men' who made sure the way he traveled was safe, and two 'trailers' watching his back. All were in instant communication. His security chief sent him a text. "Picked up a tail. Split off from your friend so we can assess the situation without a witness." Martin looked over at Mike. "Brother, when we get to the corner, you turn left and meet me at the house. I got something I got to take care of." Mike had been friends with him long enough to know this 'thing' he had to take care of was something he didn't need to know, so at the corner they shook, hugged, and went in opposite directions. A car pulled up to him four blocks later. He recognized Martin's driver. "Mr. Hogue, I need you to get in the car now please." He obeyed instantly. The driver was on the phone. He handed it to Mike. "Boy, have you pissed anyone off lately, sleeping with a married woman, anything like that?" He could hear Martin grin in the phone. "No, no one I can think of, and as far as women, you know I'm pure as the driven snow." Martin laughed. "Well somebody is interested in you. The tail my guys picked up was following you, not me. When we split he stayed right with you. One of my trailers picked up on it. We need to talk." They did, that night, but he still couldn't think of any reason someone was following him. The next day, Martin had his people follow the man back to his apartment. When he left to follow Mike the next morning, Martin had three guys in his apartment, going over it thoroughly. Martin listened to the report. "He's a private detective, Joe Gross of Henderson and Associates, the best private investigations firm in Atlanta and most of Georgia. What do you want to do about it?" Mike grinned, and the men got uneasy. "Why, I think I'll invite him to lunch tomorrow." .............................................. The next day at noon Mike was sitting at a small cafe, at one of the outside tables. Two men hustled up with a very worried Mr. Gross. Mike stood up and offered him a seat. "Please Joe, sit. We need to have a conversation. I need to know why you find me so interesting." The man denied everything until Mike threw a few photos down. His ex wife, his children, even his parents. "I'll make you a deal, Joe. I'll stop taking an interest in your family if you tell your bosses to forget about me. Now, lunch?" He made the man sit through lunch, acting as if they were old friends before he let him go. "Remember, Joe, live and let live and we'll all get along fine." Joe immediately reported back to the office, telling him he had been 'made' and they needed to assign someone else. He was never so glad to get home, until he closed his door. There, held to the back of the door by a hunting knife, was a picture of his five year old. Mike, not trusting, called in some West Coast friends. The next operative was much better but was caught in no time. While he was concentrating on Mike two men slipped up, threw a hood over his eyes, knocked him unconscious, and threw him into a van. He woke up in a chair with the hood still over his head. "Good, I see you're awake. Listen." He heard things being smashed with a hammer. "That was your camera, your phone, and the rest of your gear.Now, here's a message I want you to take to your employers." He felt his hand being pulled flat onto a table. He actually heard the blow before he felt the pain. His finger was completely smashed. It was stiff for the rest of his life, making it hard to take pictures. "Listen carefully. Tell your bosses next time they will be having this conversation instead of an employee." They drove him to a different part of town, dumping him out. "You can't untie the hood, It's too tight. There is a penknife in your pocket, you can cut the cords when we leave. I wouldn't get in any hurry to do it, we'll be gone before you can, but just in case, it would be real bad for you to see us. Give your boss the message." They shoved him out in an alley. By the time the hood was off they were indeed long gone. ................................................ Not content to deal with underlings, Mike was at the office of Henderson and Associates at ten the next morning, identifying him to the receptionist and asking for just a minute of Mr. Hendersons' time. "No" he said, smiling, "I don't have an appointment, but do me a favor, tell him Mike Hogue is here. If he doesn't want to talk to me I'll leave." She called his office. There was a string of yes sirs, right away, sir, and he found himself in the the conference room of Mr. Henderson, with four other huge men. He smiled. "I'm glad you think I'm so dangerous, but you have nothing to fear. I understand you have an interest in me, so I thought I'd stop by. Clear the air, see if it was something specific you wanted." Mr. Henderson blustered a bit. Mike just sat there, bored. He finally slammed his hand down on the conference table, making all five men jump. "Enough! Bottom line, Mr. Henderson. The next man I catch better be with someone else. If he isn't your world will be turned upside down. I have lots of friends and associates, some from the two years I spent with the IRS. How much scrutiny could your finances bear, and that of your employees? Not everyone would get audited, just the ones who had something to hide. Have a pleasant morning." He walked out whistling, smiling at the receptionist. The sheer animal magnetism made her tingle. Mr. Henderson looked at one of the men in the room. "Well, he's made us. And frankly, I can't risk having my firm or employees examined too closely. But you're paying me enough, so the call is yours." The man stepped out of the office and made a phone call. Two minutes later he was back. "My employer agrees, it's time to discontinue your services. He knows the man well, and the violence will only escalate if you keep pursuing him. Send us an invoice, and if you could, recommend someone, someone a little less...constrained." Mr. Henderson put him in touch with a small firm, ex military, that were known for getting results at all costs. He called the owner and warned him. He laughed. "I don't care who he's associated with. I'll get your man the results he expects." Three days later two of his best men were in the hospital, one with two broken arms and a leg. the other pretty much had every rib and a jaw broken. Tapes from the emergency room showed a van drive up and a slender woman get out and walk away. The men were found inside. While the owner was answering questions about the illegal surveillance gear and automatic weapons found in the van his company owned, his office caught fire and burned to the ground. His men were smart enough to say nothing and deny all knowledge of the weapons and gear. The one who could talk said they were mugged, even though nothing was taken. Mike Hogue returned to his home in San Francisco three days later. ................................................. Mike frowned as he sat on the plane. Someone, someone with money, wanted to know all about him. In his high profile line of work, there had been times when something like this occurred. Normally he didn't care, but something about this had his senses tingling. It was more than a normal background check, he was positive there was much more to this. He knew if they were willing to invest in having him watched in Atlanta, there was probably already a team in place at home. He mulled it over before drifting off for a nap. Two days after his return, he was having lunch with his assistant, an attractive, middle aged blonde by the name of Montrose. No one noticed when he handed a note to his favorite waiter, Hermando, along with the tip. Hermando gave no indication, slipping it into his pocket with the tip. He read it when he got home, and made some phone calls. Mr. Hogue had been very good to him. His cousin Carlos asked Mr. Hogue to help him find a job, and the next day he was working at the restaurant. One of the best in the city, Hermando was making more money than he thought would ever be possible. Then the man secured a scholarship for his daughter, with a guarantee she had a job waiting for her when she graduated, and made sure she had well paying summer jobs in his office. Carlos came to see Mike the next day, presumably to ask about replacing two cars in their company pool. While he talked he handed him a note. Still talking, he read the note, looked up, smiled, and nodded yes. He had his technowizards scan his laptop and the office system. After they were safely clean he had a carpet service come in and while a few actually shampooed the rugs the remainder 'swept his office for any bugs that could be found. None were found in the office, but there were three in the company cars he favored, as well as his personal car, complete with GPS. He had them left in place. Then he reached out to his old IRS friends, and hired his own investigators. They led him back to the office of Dr. Parker. ................................................ Dr. Parker sat at her desk after normal hours, going over the information she had garnered about Mike Hogue. She researched his past, and interviewed nuns from his orphanage, his last set of foster parents, and college friends, and coaches. The nuns had good things to say about him. He was respectful, polite, kind to everyone. One nun commented on his size back then. "He was five foot five and didn't weigh more than one twenty five. He was just adorable. Then the incident happened, and he was sent to juvenile hall for a year and a half. When he came back, he was six two and still growing. We were so lucky when we found a set of foster parents for him." When asked what incident she was alluding too, she said the record was sealed and it was between him and God now. She was appalled when, after a pretty big expenditure, she received the full report. Orphanages have their own pecking order, much similar to a prison. The bigger, tougher, and smarter you were, the more likely you were at the top of the food chain. In his case, it was a boy named Oscar Small, called "Biggie" because of his size. The orphanage was coed, and the nuns did a pretty good job keeping the older girls and boys apart. Couple that with raging hormones, and homosexual attacks were fairly common. Biggie had taken a fancy to Mike, with his slender build and blonde hair. He informed him that the next night he was expected to take his place as his main bitch. Mike, knowing he didn't stand a chance physically with his little gang, agreed. She managed to find a man who was there, and after enough money changed hands she got the full story. "He was such a quiet little guy, you know? We figured he would submit easily, and weren't surprised when he showed up for what Biggie called his 'honeymoon night'. He was shoved to his knees, and Biggie had him unzip him and pull his cock out. I was kind of surprised when he did, stroking him until he was hard." "Biggie had his hand on his head." "Suck it, bitch!" he sneered "If you do a good job I might keep you for myself for a while." "Mike opened his mouth, and just as it got to his lips, he pulled the needle he had stolen out of the sewing room out of his mouth and stabbed it clean through his cock! Blood flew everywhere." "Before anyone could move, Mike had the needle to his eye." "You're my bitch now!" he screamed, "move and you lose an eye. Now tell your boys to back off. I'm not stupid enough to think I can beat you all, but if anybody tries anything with me again, I'll come back, and blind you. Got it, cunt?" "Biggie was crying and nodding. We tried to keep it quiet, but after two days his cock got infected and we had to let someone know. They took Biggie away, and I never saw him again. I heard they had to amputate most of his cock, but I don't know that for sure." "When it came out, Biggie went to juvie for attempted sexual assault, and Mike went too, for assault resulting in maiming. He would have got off scott free because it was self defense, but he used a weapon, so he had to go down. Biggie swore he'd get his revenge, but they sent them to separate facilities. Mike came back for a couple of months later and he was freakin' huge! I didn't recognize him. It changed him, and he soon was the kingpin. He stopped all the assaults, made everybody behave. Anybody objected, they got the shit kicked out of them. I ain't seen him in years, and all of a sudden he's in the Olympics and a TV star, makin' big bucks. I'm glad to see somebody made good." Dr. Parker gave him a generous check and thanked him, and warned him not to repeat what was discussed with anyone. They tracked a man that was in juvenile detention with him, and learned that was where he met Martin Coombs. "I was in his posse when Mike first came in. Young, white, pretty, he was going to be easy pickins'. Then the story of what got him in there circulated. Martin was already big, and had lived on the streets for two years by himself before getting caught boosting a car." We got him off to himself, surrounded him. He just smiled. It surprised us, we was used to begging and crying. Martin noticed it. "Whassa matter, bitch? Ain't you scared?" Mike looked him dead in the eye. "To death. But, anybody touching me is gonna find the price pretty high. Ya'll know what I did to get in here. I still don't have a forgiving nature. You can do it, but you'll have to sleep with one eye open the rest of the time you're here. I don't get to you in here, I'll look you up when I get out. Better to have me for a friend than an enemy." "MC was surprised and interested. They talked. Pretty soon, things got more organized. MC was still kingpin, but Mad Mike was the power behind the throne. Once, MC didn't take Mike's advice and got caught doing something stupid. Mike only had two more months, and they were going to charge MC as an adult. He was looking at five years." The Hogue Dossier "Mike stepped in and took the fall for him. He got six more months, and Martin was released two months later. Mike became kingpin, nobody else in the posse was smart enough, and they liked the easy life. They been tighter than brothers ever since." The foster parents were surprisingly reticent to talk about Mike. The man refused to say anything. The woman just smiled. "My husband was an abusive asshole. We only became foster parents for the money. He treated Mike like shit for a couple of months, making him work part time and taking his money. Then one night he got carried away in an argument and slapped me so hard I fell and hit my head on the coffee table. I was only out for a few seconds, but when I got my senses back he was on the floor and Mike was beating the hell out of him. I got him to stop before he killed him. Mike pulled him up and pinned him against the wall. He put his face up to his and said in a clear, calm voice that if he ever touched me again he'd die slow and painfully. That was fifteen years ago, and he hasn't offered to hit me since. He knows all I have to do is make a call and he'll be hurt just as bad." "I was scared at the rage I saw, and got him into judo, thinking it would calm him down. He was a natural, and went to class five times a week, getting his first degree black belt in just under two years." "He got his scholarship in track. He still holds the state high school record in long jump. You ever seen him jump? I don't know where he learned it, but he launches himself and seems to fold up and reduce his wind resistance. The coach tried to train him to jump the normal way, but when he started setting records he let it go." "He sends me Christmas and Birthday presents, and cash now and then. When I got breast cancer a few years ago he paid the full bill. He loves me, I think, but he refuses to see me as long as I'm married to my husband. The funny thing is, as long as Mike is a presence in our lives, he's an almost perfect husband." This lead Dr. Parker to his college coaches and friends. "Mike was always a little distant. Oh, he was friendly, but was pretty much a loner. Then he moved out of the dorms and into the house of his mentor, Mrs. Madison, and we hardly saw him." Mrs. Madison was in her sixties now. "I remember Mike. Best lover I ever had. Hung doesn't even begin to describe him. Just a hair over ten inches, and I'm not kidding. I measured it once. Ten and one eight. He made me very happy, after I got used to him. We met at a mixer for the college. I'm a big donor, and they sent him to escort me. The first time we danced and I felt that huge thing rubbing my stomach, I knew I had to have it. We were good for each other. I taught him good manners, how to dress, how to be a good companion. He moved into my house eight weeks into his freshman year as my 'assistant'. One of his main duties was assisting me have orgasms as often as possible. He stayed with me until he graduated. We basically lived as man and wife. I don't think he even had a girlfriend. Said I was giving him all he could handle." "I was at the Olympics as his guest. I was the first one he hugged when he stepped off the podium. It broke my heart when he graduated. I'm worth quite a bit, and offered to sign a contract saying he could have seventy five percent if he stayed with me for ten more years. He made love to me all night long and was gone the next day. I cried for a month. He came out for a vacation right after he lost his TV show, and stayed two weeks. He still calls, sends gifts, but our time is over. Now, If you'll excuse me, I'm going to look at some old pictures and cry my eyes out all over again." Even at her age, Mrs. Madison was still a stunner. She thought they may be able to get something out of his former assistant, now retired and living in Arizona. Two men were sent. Kathryn laughed at them. "You want some free advice? Tell your bosses to quit while they're losing. Here, it's for you." She handed them the phone. The voice of Mike Hogue boomed out of the speakers. It had a definite chill in it. "This has stopped being funny. Quit aggravating my friends, or I'm going to push back, hard. You make sure you give them that message. Now, I suggest you apologize to the nice lady for taking up her time, and leave." One of the investigators, embarrassed by being dismissed like a child, got belligerent. "You're in San Francisco. Maybe I need to be a bit firmer with the old lady, what are you gonna do?" They could hear the humor in his voice. "Do you know for a fact where I am? I might be standing right behind you." The other detective looked behind them on instinct and paled. "Brian, we need to go. We need to go NOW!" The other investigator sneered. "You gonna let someone hundreds of miles away and an old lady scare you? Buck up, you wimp." Before he could respond a voice spoke from behind him. He whirled around. A tall man with silver hair stood in the doorway with three friends. Each had a golf club in their hands. The man that spoke was holding a Glock .40 in one hand, the biggest driver he had ever see in the other. He turned towards the woman, thinking to use her as a shield if it got any more tense. She had taken the distraction to pull a Judge revolver out of a drawer. A big gun at any time, in her small hand it looked enormous. He heard the man speak. "Leave quietly, or I'll let Bob show you his slice. He'll aim for your knees, and will hit your balls." "Hey!" the man called Bob protested, to the laughter of his friends. Kathryn spoke. "You need to leave. NOW. And if you get stupid and try to hurt my intended, I'm afraid I'll be forced to shoot. This thing has shotgun shells in it, I'm not the marksman he is." Recognizing defeat, they turned to leave. The voice of Mike came through the speaker. "Tell your boss this is the last incident I'll tolerate. One more and I come hunting. Make sure everyone involved understands." They heard him disconnect. The men escorted the agents to the garage. "One more thing" said the man called Bob, "we need your wallets. I'm a retired federal judge, as is he, and this fellow is a retired district attorney. We find you interesting, so we'll do a little background, see if any bones fall out of your closet. Don't worry. Being the fine upstanding citizens we are, we'll return the 'found" wallets. I'll send them the address on your cards, overnight. They'll be home almost before you will. They were about to protest, when the belligerent one felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned to see the woman, gasping in pain when she kneed him in the balls. "That's for calling me an old woman." They weren't ten miles away, on the way back to the hotel, when they were pulled over. He was given a ticket for not having a license, that carried a hefty fine, and the state trooper politely suggested that the dry desert air didn't agree with them. ............................................... Her report included all the interviews, and an analysis of his mental state. "Mr. Hogue could be a borderline physcopath, he exhibits a lot of the markers. capable of great violence when threatened, he can be kind and generous to strangers. He never really had the chance to develop a moral compass. Due to his looks and sexual endowments, he is slightly narcissitic, believing if it's best for him it's best all round." "The only serious relationship he ever seems to have had was with a transsexual. He was ever engaged to her briefly before she broke it off." "His IQ is just over genius level, and shouldn't be underestimated. His mind, coupled with his size and ruthless attitude, makes him a very dangerous adversary. He employs highly capable people who are almost fanatically loyal." She sighed as she filed the report, wondering where it was going. She had read the Atlanta report and shuddered. She was three layers removed from the actual investigations, that should keep her safe. She didn't even want to consider what might happen if he found out the chain leading to his investigation ran straight to her. Her mystery employer better be really careful. She didn't know what his end game was. She suspected the investigation had little to do with business. The whole thing felt personal. Remembering the old saying about grabbing a tiger by the tail, once you did you couldn't let go at the risk of being eaten, she firmly hoped he had a good grip. She received a nice check, with instructions to keep digging. She had no idea why, but it was his money so she had the investigation ramped up a little more, getting more aggressive. They tried unsuccessfully to bug his office. They found what they thought to be a weak link in his tech support, a man who was deeply in debt due to the cancer his wife was trying to beat. Surprisingly, he refused their overtures and told his boss. When Mike got the story he called the man in for a report, and when he left he had tears in his eyes. Mike had all the hospital bills sent directly to his office, and arranged for a part time caregiver to help with his wife. A story like that couldn't be contained, and his employees, already loyal, closed ranks like nothing else. They also couldn't get into his home to plant bugs. The top of the line security system caught two men breaking into his apartment. They wore no masks, so in less than a day he had their names. Two days later they were sitting in a warehouse being "interviewed" by members of Hermando's old gang. This led to several steps up the food chain and eventually to Dr. Parker. Jill Parker was sitting at an outside table of her favorite lunch spot, enjoying the sunshine, when she felt eyes on her. Looking up, she saw a man several tables over staring at her. It was Mike Hogue, and he wasn't smiling. He got up and moved to her table, sitting without asking. He smiled. It was a shark smile, no warmth. "Good afternoon, Dr. Parker. The sunshine sure feels nice, doesn't it?" She tried to speak twice before she was finally able to say anything. "Excuse me, do I know you?" He actually laughed, a genuine laugh filled with amusement. "Please, Dr. Parker. You probably know me better than anyone. You've had me followed, delved extensively into my private life past and present for months now. I thought we'd save a lot of time by meeting and let you ask questions directly." "Please Jill, oh, you don't mind if I call you Jill do you? Actually, I think I'll call you Jilly, it's much less formal between friends, don't you agree. And make no mistake, Jilly, we WILL become very good friends. If not, I make a pretty bad enemy." He paused to let her process what he had said, continuing before she could speak. "And tell the Manetti brothers to back off. They're way over their head here, and have no idea who they're fooling with. Tell them to be happy being midlevel thugs, and stay out of the big time. They have neither the juice nor the balls to make it. They'll get eaten alive by their competitors, if I don't decide to deal with them first." She tried to keep her face impassive, but her mind was reeling. How could he possibly know so much? His face shifted from cold dispassion to mild concern. "Jilly, bear something in mind. The people you're dealing with, the big guys, don't recognize borders. If they don't get to you directly, it could spill over onto your family. Emily is a beautiful girl, and Tommy is a fine boy. Try to keep their best interests in mind while you play these dangerous games." He stood up. "Lunch is on me, Jilly. Walk away, and don't look back. It will be better for everyone." She watched him walk away, idly noticing when a huge Hispanic man followed him at a discrete distance. She was scared, more scared than any time in her life. She got hold of the Manetti brothers, told them what happened. "He told me to tell you to back off, Emilio, or bad things could happen to you. I don't know if that scares you, but it should. I have the feeling he knows way more about you than you think. Everything I've learned about him tells me that if he snaps, people will die, badly. I don't think anyone has any idea how much carnage he could cause. Please Emilio, think about what I said, and tell your friend I'm burned, and I won't be any help to him any longer. Tell him I'm sorry, and I was glad to help, what little it was." Emilio wasn't impressed. The man was huge, but he was a fancy real estate agent. How dangerous could he be? And it was a fact, if you couldn't get to the man, get to those close to him. The man refused to let Jill go, so she kept the watch going. That's when she went to sleep in her home in San Francisco and woke up on an island halfway around the world.