Seeking the seeker

They said to wear the stripes and he would be found.

Waldo's dreams were getting more and more vivid; yet more and more mysterious. The mysterious beings who had visited him in his first encounter had told him that he was next. Whatever that meant. All they said was to wear the stripes.

It was an Christmas gift from his grandmother. Red and white. He figured he would stick out like a bright mushroom in a field of grass. But nothing, not even a bleep from the other side had come through since he wore the outfit.

The act seemed to be getting old. He had been to circuses, beaches, art galleries and shopping malls. Anywhere people were gathered, Waldo lurked.

"Join the others" - they commanded, "And we will find you. We will save you."

He never expected it would be in at the town parade. As bands stomped by and children bumped into him with cotton candy, Waldo got a funny feeling he was being watched. It was a feeling that began in the center of his spine and gently tugged him upwards. Soon he was floating off the ground and being pulled upwards towards and unknown vessel.

As he was sucked through the bottom threshold he came into a large room of creatures that looked oddly human.

In front of him was a giant mirror. He gazed deeply. A young boy stared back.

"Welcome Waldo. You've found yourself."