Chapter 11

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The boy's screams echoed throughout the house, as he angrily waved a chair to get his parents away from him, who were trying to tell him -calm down, everything's okay, just put that down and...-

He answers -both of you are going to end up in jail, if you don't let me go now...- in an angry tone not very typical of him, they look at him in dismay and he continues -I have a tracking chip and without proof of life Platt Industries won't give you a cent-

Then he lets go of the chair and grabs his head in pain and says something serious but passive -wow, how strange, normally I'm just a spectator- seeing the looks of the adults he says -well, Amir, Rebecca, nice to meet you, really... calm down Abe "should" come back soon... let's just hope it's "your Abe"-

They looked at him without understanding and he answered nervously -come on Otis, out, out...- and he hit his head with his fists, which made them come closer to stop him.

Once they put their hands on him, he looked at them confused and said in a formal tone -Bonjour, excusez-moi, monsieur... madame... ravi de vous rencontrer, pourriez-vous me dire... où suis-je ? et... pourquoi j'utilise ça ?- while looking at his clothes in dismay.

Rebecca walked away and asked in dismay -is that French?- the boy looked at her and nodded - Oui, oui, je suis française, je m'appelle "Jo Lalande" et si vous pouviez s'il vous plaît-

Rebecca asks -What?- just then Boris enters the room and asks -Who's eating baguettes?- the moment his gaze and the other boy's met, both of them synchronously grabbed each other's heads.

Looking up "Boris", with absolutely no accent, asks -What's going on now, Tommy? You said I couldn't cross... Why the hell does my mouth taste like ash?- wiping his tongue with his fingers.

Amir angrily asks -Is this some kind of joke you're...?- but "Abe" says -I don't know, this... this has never happened to me before... wait a minute, ummm, sir, ma'am, I'm sorry yes, just give me a moment and everything "should" go back to normal-

Then he closes his eyes and recites -"Tempus est omnia reverti quo res est; quod enim movit reverti per tempus et spatium"-

Amir whispers to his wife -that's Latin- both boys touch their temples again and Boris asks in his usual Slavic accent -What was that?-

Abe asks -Mom, Dad, what are you doing in my room? Who is he?- pointing worriedly at Boris, Rebecca tries to say -love, calm this down...-

But "Abe" grunts and then touches his temple again and his expression becomes serious and bored as he says -ho, another weird dream, it's the one about the Jewish boy who cooks, isn't it?... the turtle will appear flying at any moment?- while looking at the window.

Amir tells him calmly trying to get closer -habibi, calm down, just sit down... the pills are clearly...-

The boy asks -pills?... well, if that's the logic of the dream... I'll follow it- that made his parents breathe a sigh of relief, but only for a second until they noticed that he was sticking his fingers in his throat.

I think the next one will be the last, unless I get inspired enough to split it into two parts, which I doubt.

This episode was much more emotionally draining than I thought it would be.

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