Bishop had a way of being arrogant even when he walked. The very nature of his long strides and perfect posture seemed to rub in the face of anyone nearby that he knew more than they could ever hope to learn. You'll find that this is true of most creatures that have existed for thirty centuries or more.
Bishop slowed and adjusted his sunglasses as he approached his destination, a small café nestled in the shadow of the Petronas Twin Towers. Already seated at a nearby table beneath a floral umbrella was a beautiful woman clad in a brilliant white chiffon blouse and skirt. She was the picture of poise and control, her hawk-like face accentuated by the cigarette dangling from her lips, and the designer sunglasses concealing her stone gray eyes. The woman motioned for Bishop to join her, as she stamped out her cigarette.
"So this is judgement day? I always thought it would be a Thursday." Bishop took his seat.
"Who says its judgement day?" The woman's movements were very understated, with an unnatural slowness to them, like the air was thicker on her side of the table.
"You hired someone to kill me, I track you down to this coffee house, and now I can't sense your heartbeat. Maybe I'm simply paranoid."
The woman laughed slightly, "I haven't hired anyone to kill you yet, but we'll discuss that later. First of all, I'm surprised you didn't recognize me." The woman removed her glasses, and Bishop starred deep into her eyes.
"Not exactly. My name's Dina, in case you forgot."
Bishop smiled, "No, you see, you are dead. I know that because I killed you. If you want I can give you the date and time, but I assure you that you are quite dead."
"This is why I wanted to talk to you, Bishop. I think that maybe I can clear up of a few of your misconceptions."
"I am sitting here having a conversation with a woman who is no longer alive." Bishop waved to a passing waitress, "Excuse me, would you mind checking my lady friend's pulse?"
The waitress walked by without so much as pausing.
Dina snapped her fingers, trying to get Bishop's attention, "What would you say if I told you that I can explain why that just happened."
"Huh?" Bishop was still staring at the backside of the waitress who had ignored him.
"I know about the wraiths."
Bishop swiveled in his chair and locked eyes with Dina. "You have my complete attention."
* * *
"So then what did she say?" The deacon polished off the beer in his hand, crushed the can and tossed it on the floor.
Bishop stared at him from across the room, trying to regain his train of thought. "How tall are you?"
"Ok, that was random. About 5'9" I guess."
"That's weird, I could've sworn that you were taller than I am."
"Why? How tall are you?" The deacon turned to the fridge, and got another beer.
"6'1" And I hope you realize that you're a fucking alcoholic."
"I think better when I'm drunk. So what did she say anyway?"
Bishop stared blankly out the window as if searching for the answer. "Before she got a chance to finish, we were interrupted. I look up and on top of the eastern tower, I see this bolt of lightning and this just incredible explosion, and this ball of fire falls down the side of the building and explodes on the street. Here's the good part: out of the fire walks the white wraith, and just as it clears the edge of the flames, its body dissolves into this flock of red birds."
The deacon took a big drink. "Cardinals."
"Exactly. Weird thing is though: there're all these people on the street, and it's like they don't even notice any of it."
* * *
"That's because it didn't happen." Dina's unblinking gaze was getting on Bishop's nerves.
"You mean to tell me you didn't see any of that? The lightning, the explosion, the birds?"
Dina crossed then uncrossed her legs. "Let me just point out a few inconsistencies in your world, if you don't mind." She waited for a response.
"By all means."
"It's not possible for your two wraiths to have had their fight on the top of one of the Petronas Twin towers."
"And why is that?"
"Because the tower comes to a point, there is no flat roof. And while I'm at it, The Mongols didn't invade Palestine during the Patriarchal age, and Lot was Abraham's nephew not his brother. There are a lot more of these mistakes, but I'm sure you get my point."
"Maybe they were fighting on the sky-bridge."
"See, but you just made that up on the spot. It's part of a coping device."
"What are you saying?"
At that moment a small dark-haired girl scout walked up to the table and approached Bishop. "She's saying that the events in this story aren't happening out of sequence, that this fight didn't happen, that instead of seeing it, you instead spent that moment in time back in your apartment talking with the deacon."
Bishop sat dumbfounded as the little girl walked away. "Who the fuck was that?"
"Sally Campbell, but that really isn't important now. Since this time-line is progressing out of order, you need to realize that certain things which should have been accomplished in the past haven't been done yet, namely you need to do what Melchizedek asked and kill Kane."
Bishop looked around trying to find a suitable place to look. "This is all very fucked up."
Dina gathered up her purse and began to leave. "You're the one who's very fucked up."
* * *
The deacon sat the empty beer can on the counter next to the other two. "She's right man, you are very fucked up. Do you have any more beer?"