One Of The 4400 Part 1 & 2

Chapter 19

Its been two weeks since my trial. I spent most of time being with Adam, learning to enjoy his company, to which isn't that hard; he mostly sits quietly reading or watching TV. He isn't much of a conversationalist which is fine with me. I never did like people who talked too much.

Right now, I'm across from him sitting in the living room on the couch, reading a book on a female survivor from air plane crash. He is just relaxing on the couch. I'm about half way when he says something, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Vera, do you want lunch?" He asked me.

I barely looked up from my book when I asked him if he wanted me to cook. He shook his head side to side.

"Maybe, we can order take out?" He said, his tone brightening.

"Okay, which place? Chinese or Pizza?" I asked him.

"Mmm, I feel like pancakes." He said.

"Really? Pancakes?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Yes, I want good old fashioned pancakes with blueberry pancakes and eggs." He told me.

"I can easily make that here." I mentioned.

"Yes, I know... But I don't want you to cook or I." He affirmed.

"Okay, I know a place to go to, a small diner twenty minutes walk from here. You okay with walking or you want to take your truck?" I asked, making a slight joke at the end.

"Hey, it is a good truck, there is no need to put emphasis on the poor thing." He said, trying to defend his truck.

"You need to fix up that truck before it becomes more rusty and old than it is now, Adam." I told him.

"I will, I will, just give me another month. I usually do my business quickly but the truck is something else..."

"Where did you ever buy that thing anyway?" I asked him, putting my book on the couch next to me.

That was when I saw Adam's green eyes go from not to a point in time where he had bought the truck. I was starting to get used to his facial expressions. Right now, he was reminiscing.

Apparently, it was before or after he had been abducted, and way before he had met me. I wouldn't know. Ever since he told me his life story two weeks ago, he has been mum on the whole situation of his life.

But sometimes I get this uneasy feeling around him whenever I would get up in the morning and make breakfast, with him making an unexpected appearence. Not that I feel uneasy around him.

I get this uneasy feeling. As soon as I see him, the mental pictures I had formed of him being with his family happy, of him in the U.S. Air Force, and of him seeing the bright light. The mental images pops up and then I get sad for him.

Because I know that he hasn't told me everything of his life. And for some reason, I want to know everything. And it pains me because I know I can ask but I can't.

Just as I started to put my focus on his response than of my thoughts, sonething unexpected happened: a knock on the front door; someone wanted to visit.

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The knock came again. I stood there frozen while Adam quickly came out of his memories to move from the living room to the door. For some unknown reason, he put his finger to his lips to shush me, even though I had said nothing.

He looked through the peephole, seeing the person on the other side of the door. He looked back at me, sighing. He seemed resignated. Only one person in the whole wide world could make him look so much older like how he was supposed to be.