Chapter Seven

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AN: Wattpad's screwed with my formatting again. (What's the deal with that, anyone know?) I THINK I fixed it, but it might mess it up again upon publication. If there's any like...weird spaces or anything, please tell me.

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Christine did not see the strange man again, but she didn't spend much time looking. In all honesty, she spent most of her time showing Isaac new things, like the computer. He was getting a little less nervous, but he wasn't going outside anymore. She couldn't blame him.



"Will he leave?" she asked him one afternoon. "Have you looked?"



"I haven't looked. It always makes me tired, and I don't really want to know."



"How does it work?"



"How does what work?"



"Your...um...seeing things. Knowing things."



"Oh. It's difficult to explain." He sighed and leaned back in the armchair. "It's like...it's like someone is standing next to me and telling what's going to happen. If I don't know what something is, they'll show me a picture. Sort of."



"Can you move things?"



"No. All I can do is ask a question and get an answer."



"Can you ask about yourself?"



He shrugged.



"I never tried. I wasn't allowed. I don't think I want to know." He closed his eyes. "They're always whispering, though. Usually I can ignore them, but sometimes they start shouting."



"Are they shouting now?"



"No. I don't know what they're going on about."



If she hadn't had proof, she would have wondered if he was crazy or something. To be honest, she wondered anyway. A little.



He yawned and settled further into the chair. Christine went back to her game. Her parents were out on another walk and she wondered when they would be back. Hopefully they wouldn't run into that weird man...



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She was losing and he was dozing off when her mother came in and demanded to talk to them. Aw, crap. What now?



"We ran into a man on our walk." Uh-oh. "He said he knew you."



"Um..."



"I didn't catch his name. He was..."



"Wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a suit, I know. I know who he is."



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