With my head still spinning from all of the realizations of the day, my parents escorted me back to my room. My roommate was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the spot where I had dropped the detonator, but I saw nothing. I wasn’t even surprised. With all of the insanity that had been going on today, disappearing objects really couldn’t surprise me.
“Where was it, Son?” Dad asked.
“I think I dropped it on my bed or right next to the bed. I don’t see it any more though.” I walked around the bed looking to see where it might be. Dad did the same. Mom stayed near the door. Who could blame her?
“Kevin, was this what you saw?” Dad picked up something metallic off of the floor. He held it up in the light. I walked over to him and looked at it a little more closely. It looked like the detonator, but it had changed. I looked closer.
“It looks like a…..magnet,” I said, genuinely surprised. It wasn’t just your typical magnet, either. It was an electronic magnet. It looked like something right out of a James Bond movie, except it wasn’t part of a Rolex. Dad didn’t seem too surprised. He just dropped it on my bed and started talking to me again.
“Son, there’s a few things I want you to understand. First, to get out of here, you have GOT to cooperate. If you don’t, you’re never going to see anybody again, let alone Christian.”
“Dad, he’s here!”
I know, Son. I know.
So what are we going to do about it?
We are doing something about it.
Why can’t I see that?
You’re seeing it more and more.
I don’t really understand any of this though.
Its okay, Son, it’ll come with time.
Dad, we don’t have time.
We have all the time we need.
How do you know?
“Kevin! These must be your parents!” my new roommate shouted. Even at his age, he practically bounded across the room with his hand out, ready to shake my father’s hand. My father, on the other hand, did not seem quite as eager. They exchanged pleasantries, but Mom and Dad looked like they were ready to leave as soon as my roommate was done talking, which didn’t happen immediately. We exchanged hugs and Dad said that he had faith in me, and they were gone.
“You have a nice visit with your folks?” my roommate asked.
“That would depend on your definition of nice.”
“Where was it, Son?” Dad asked.
“I think I dropped it on my bed or right next to the bed. I don’t see it any more though.” I walked around the bed looking to see where it might be. Dad did the same. Mom stayed near the door. Who could blame her?
“Kevin, was this what you saw?” Dad picked up something metallic off of the floor. He held it up in the light. I walked over to him and looked at it a little more closely. It looked like the detonator, but it had changed. I looked closer.
“It looks like a…..magnet,” I said, genuinely surprised. It wasn’t just your typical magnet, either. It was an electronic magnet. It looked like something right out of a James Bond movie, except it wasn’t part of a Rolex. Dad didn’t seem too surprised. He just dropped it on my bed and started talking to me again.
“Son, there’s a few things I want you to understand. First, to get out of here, you have GOT to cooperate. If you don’t, you’re never going to see anybody again, let alone Christian.”
“Dad, he’s here!”
I know, Son. I know.
So what are we going to do about it?
We are doing something about it.
Why can’t I see that?
You’re seeing it more and more.
I don’t really understand any of this though.
Its okay, Son, it’ll come with time.
Dad, we don’t have time.
We have all the time we need.
How do you know?
“Kevin! These must be your parents!” my new roommate shouted. Even at his age, he practically bounded across the room with his hand out, ready to shake my father’s hand. My father, on the other hand, did not seem quite as eager. They exchanged pleasantries, but Mom and Dad looked like they were ready to leave as soon as my roommate was done talking, which didn’t happen immediately. We exchanged hugs and Dad said that he had faith in me, and they were gone.
“You have a nice visit with your folks?” my roommate asked.
“That would depend on your definition of nice.”