The awakening of the Tevas

Chapter 3: Don't do it.

The nightmares that have been tormenting me lately weren't just bad dreams caused by exhaustion, because they weren't. Two months that have repeated themselves in a loop that ends with my death and Geomar's. Will the Tevas be aware of these changes? If they are so obliged to capture me at every opportunity that presents itself, then that possibility exists. Now that I realize it, I have been carrying out the same activities as if I were something irreplaceable, events that follow a continuous and unalterable line. If I changed the course of these, would I have the ability to change my destiny? Could I save Geomar from an agonizing and perverse death? Facing a group whose way of working I totally don't know, that sounds like being caught in a search and rescue action movie.

Whatever is to come is not something I can solve, if playing the piano created a field that would distance me from the enemy I would be talking about something else.

—I should ask my father if it is possible to do that.

I get out of the bathtub that had turned cold, I take the towel and wrap myself in it. I wander around, the drops that fall on the soft carpet I use as a song to calm this blossoming anxiety in my chest and another doubt forms in my head: Can Geomar also notice the change? I have seen him worry more than usual; the sensation of stopping breathing, the pain that runs through your veins and covers your skin, the last sight, the last breath. I tremble, like those hands that touched my skin and asked me to calm down, to look only at him. He asked to take my fears with him and what did I say? I did nothing, not even a sign of sharing his concern. I saw him as just another character doing his job, the one who fulfills his duty: to protect me.

I want to see him, make sure everything is okay. I must ask, get out of this doubt and be able to draw up a plan of action, talk about this power that I didn't know about until recently. Evaluate the possibilities of wielding it at will, if that is even possible. I quickly get dressed in the first thing I have at hand, a cotton flannel and pajama pants. I run down the hall to the wooden stairs while I gather my soaked hair into a ponytail. And there I saw him, sitting by the kitchen counter. Geomar , dressed as always, the typical white shirt but not buttoned all the way up with his tie loose, his black pants and shoes completing his outfit.

He seems deep in thought, perhaps reflecting on the events we've been through or maybe thinking about something else, I couldn't tell. The monotonous scene as he adds more milk to the white porcelain bowl is reflected in his expression and posture. How to change his fate? How could he avoid those dangerous events? I don't want to lose him, I don't want him to suffer the same every time this pattern of kidnapping and agitation is repeated. Even if he didn't know anything about what we've been through in the months that keep repeating themselves, he should know.

— You shouldn't say anything.

The determination stopped as if a cold shower had suddenly fallen on me, a voice, I turned quickly colliding with a chair attracting the attention of Geomar who was now looking at me impressed that I was there without noticing me.

—The time of the present is not yet ready to join the time of the past. —The voice was repeated in a tone that I could not tell if it was from a man or a serious woman.

— Ana? —I heard him call me, but I was focused on whether I would hear that voice in my head again, which I didn't. — Why aren't you ready yet?

"We're not going out today," I answer, still looking around. He probably thinks I'm crazy. When I look at him again, his bored expression changes to one of astonishment.

—It's not that I'm against not working— he said as he moved a chair, indicating for me to sit down and then took another bowl and served myself some cereal—, but may I ask, why so suddenly?