Breaking Through Time

Chapter 2 What is going on?

I open the door and see a man in his 50's? Or am I too harsh? Anyway, he has semi-grey hair and a hat on his head..like a cowboy..? No, more like Indiana Jones? He has a black leather jacket and his face is filled with pain. He can't stand straight and looks a bit shaky, but I can't figure out what is going on as I am surprised that he does not hold an amazon parcel... Finally, I snap out of my thoughts and I hear him say...

" I apologise for the intrusion, I need some help, I forgot to take my medication this morning and I am in a desperate need of water." I look at him stoned. What? That doesn't make sense? MEDICATION??? Warning bells ring! Am I in trouble? Is he mentally unwell?

" Oh, I am sorry," I say "Of course, let me get you the water. Are you ok? " I say as I turn my back towards him to go for the glass of water. Now, that I look back at this I honestly don't know what I was thinking? That he would just stand by the door and wait for me to bring him a glass of water? Especially after he made an impression of having a mental illness? Did I not watch enough of the CSI series to know better?!

Of course, he followed me into the kitchen, which I only realised as I filled the glass with water and turned to make my way back. I found him standing right in front of me. With relief, yet nervousness on his face. Before I even manage to process any feelings of fear or anything else he gets me all confused... He looks first at the glass of water and says " Thank you, but a sink would actually be better.." And he puts a plug in the sink and starts filling it with water. I scratch my head, while still holding the glass of water in my stretched hand towards him and try to understand what is he doing. He says " What a lovely kitchen, did you update it recently?"

"Yes, thank you, just a couple of months ago in the summer," I say and as I am about to ask what is going on.. He looks at the sink slowly filling up with water and says "You have a really well-kept kitchen, not everyone has such a clean sink first thing in the morning after breakfast, usually people just chuck their breakfast cereal inside the sink and it all stays there all mucky and horrible"

" Yes I really don't like that either, I make sure everything is washed down straight away and put in the dishwasher, it helps to keep the cleanliness for longer". I am then starting to wonder why am I talking about this with this man and why is he filling up my sink with water?! 

"Excuse me, but what are you doing exactly...? As I say that, I see him grabbing some powder from his pocket, there is a sign of satisfaction on his face while he looks at the amount of water in the sink. He then proceeds to climb on top of the kitchen counter, looks at me, and says 

"Thank you so much". 

I hear the noise of glass being broken somewhere in my house. I don't know whether to question what he is doing or run and check what was the noise? I turn my back on him and look if I can identify what was the noise is in the other part of the house, I turn back to look at him and I see his hand reach out to grab mine as he throws the powder into the water and shouts 

"I am sorry!" 

I hear a big bang! I feel a pull like I am being sucked by some sort of tornado..? I haven't really seen a tornado and I don't know how they work, but this is my best guess..? Everything goes white. Everything goes silent and I am confused to think. It is like that for some time like I am weightless and don't feel anything like I am in some sort of abyss, but it is a white abyss with suddenly pink lines that turn into shadows and then I start to feel my arm being pulled first slowly and gently and then..harder and harder, my whole arm and then half of my body and then the rest.. while I am surrounded by a white fog... And I am starting to hear a noise.. wait a minute.. what is that noise? Bangs? Bloops? What is it? I start to feel my body whole again, a bit shaky, but all seems to be there.. and the constant pull of my arm... Oh it hurts and then I turn and I see this man from my kitchen again.. he is saying something... what is he saying? Oh, and he is the one pulling my arm really hard.