n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Harold Jenkins?" questions Allison. Marah continues glancing towards me, her eyes going towards my side, noticing my discomfort on that side.
"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" asks Diego, looking over Allison's shoulder towards me.
"I don't know...yet." I say, causing my siblings to look at me. "But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."
I look around at all my siblings and Marah. They're all looking at me as if I'm crazy and Marah just seems concerned. I reach for her hand to steady myself as I feel myself start to sway a little. She doesn't say anything, just holds my hand a little tighter.
"How is he connected to what's going to happen?" asks Luther, wanting to know everything so he can be Number One.
"I don't know." I state casually.
"Wait, so you just know his name?" asks Allison.
"That's it?" asks Diego skeptically.
"That's enough." answers Marah confidently.
"There's probably dozens of Jenkinses." says Diego quickly.
"Well, we just better start looking, then." I say, wanting to just leave.
"I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here?" states Allison, questioning what I say. "I mean, how do you know all of this about what's his name?"
"Harold Jenkins." reminds Marah.
"You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?" I ask, reminding them and myself of what happened that led to Marah and Klaus's kidnapping.
"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys." Klaus says, sounding out of it.
"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk." Diego says, reminding me of how I wasn't there to stop Hazel and Cha Cha from taking Marah.
"Yeah. Them. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth." I say, moving my hand from Marah's to around her waist to help stay up right.
"The Temps what?" asks Allison, confused with what I'm saying, as usual.
"My former employer." I say.
"They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen... happens." explains Marah, causing all of us to be confused with how she knows that.
I stop looking at her confused, and turn back towards everyone to explain some more.
"They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days." I say, allowing everyone to know where I went after our failed attempt to meet with Hazel and Cha Cha. "So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics."
