HoloFabulis!

Capítulo 2: The Woman with the Red Katana

- When you said you had just moved, you weren't joking, huh. - Amelia says, standing inside Norman's house, which was obviously completely empty, with only Norman's backpack thrown on the floor.

- Well, I was going to start buying things after I got better settled, I have a lot of money saved from the amount of work I've done. - Norman says, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed to welcome the girl this way.

- What did you work as? Secret agent? Security? - Amelia asks, walking around the house trying to find anything, but it really was an empty house.

- Oh no, I did manual labor like cleaning houses, painting them, delivering newspapers and stuff! I saved up as much money as I could, heh. - The young man says, pointing to himself with a confident smile.

- WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING?! YOU DEFEATED FIVE MEN IN A FIGHT AND YOU THINK I'M GOING TO BELIEVE THAT?! - Amelia shouts, grabbing him by his collar and shaking him a little.

- AI, ai, AI! Okay, okay! I was also a black belt in karate, okay? Just like I also competed in the UFC and maybe... maybe I got into random street fights a few times. - Norman says, whispering the last part to himself, but Amelia heard.

- Hohohoho, so you were a school delinquent? I must say I expected more, Norman, hehehhe. - The girl says, with a Gremlin laugh and a cynical smile.

- SHUT UP! And you're not going to tell me who those men were? If you're a criminal, I'm technically one now too, so I should know what I'm dealing with. - Norman says.

- It's weird that you take the fact that you're a criminal so mundanely but... look, I don't think you'd believe anything I told you, but know that I didn't do anything wrong! These people are after me and I... I... look, can you please trust me? - Amelia asks, with her hands together almost begging and praying to Norman.

- Sorry Amelia, I'm a good Samaritan and all, but I really need to understand what's going on. - Norman says with a super serious expression. Amelia realizes that she can't get away from this and just sighs in defeat.

- I... I'm a time traveler. - Amelia says. The two of them stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, until Norman starts picking her nose, looking at her indifferently.

- Oh, I see, they were the ones hired by the asylum to take you back. I guess I did something bad then.

- I'M NOT CRAZY, DAMMIT! DO YOU THINK A CRAZY PERSON WOULD WEAR THOSE CLOTHES?! DIDN'T YOU REALIZE THAT I DON'T FIT IN TODAY'S TIME? I EVEN CARRY A REVOLVER! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU COULD GET ONE? - Amelia shouts, gesturing like a crazy person to Norman, who continues to look at her indifferently.

- I think you described a crazy person exactly. - Norman says.

- GYAAAAAAAAH! I'M NOT CRAZY! I'M NOT CRAZY! I'M NOT CRAZY! Oh, where are you going? - Amelia asks, right after having an attack and stomping on the wooden floor like a crazy girl. She realizes that Norman was going up the stairs of the house.

- Prepare your room, you must not have anywhere to stay so you can stay at my house until you find yourself in your "timeline" hahahahaha. - Norman says, with a cynical smile, going up the stairs laughing at Amelia's situation, who just looks at him with irritation until she realizes something.

- Wait... I'm lying to him... that means he's going to let me stay here even without telling him the "truth"... who is this man? - Amelia thinks, she takes her watch out of her pocket and tries to make it work, however only blue rays come out of it, showing that it still wasn't working.

- It's just a theory... but this solar storm thing doesn't exist, they're using some magic or technology to block the functioning of several things... including my watch... if my theory is right then they can't stay like this forever, if it lasts longer today I'll be able to escape from here... I think it's okay to abuse your kindness a little more, right Norman? - Thinks the blonde detective, staring at the stairs that the young man with black hair climbed.