Generation Infinosil

Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty Five - Kaitlyn

2050

I stared at Shane and contemplated what he had just told me. How could there be no evidence of St. Lucian's or Elm Tree primary school on the internet? I had to have attended at least one of them, and every school had a website, it was the 21st century, not the stone age!

"Maybe you went to both schools, you could have moved schools at some point." Shane suggested.

"Maybe, but why would my parents not tell me that?"

"Maybe it just never came up in conversation." He said.

"I guess so, but why would neither school have a website?" I queried.

"They could both be closed?"

"There would still be some kind of evidence of them though, it doesn't make sense." I said, puzzled.

Although I was concerned about the situation, I couldn't help but notice how cute Shane's perplexed expression was. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were somewhat pouting. He was staring at the photo with great intensity and I took advantage of the distraction by grabbing a cushion and throwing it at him.

"Oi, you, stop that!" He laughed, shoving it back at me.

Within moments, we had forgotten all about the photos and were up and grabbing as many cushions as we could and throwing them at each other, laughing hysterically. After a while, Shane stopped throwing the pillows and surrendered, his excuse being that he didn't want to break any of the ornaments on the various shelves in the living room.

"Shane! We're gonna miss Forrest Gump!" I shouted.

"What time is it? Please say it hasn't already started?" He pleaded, checking his watch.

I switched the telly on and sat down on the sofa, patting the space beside me. I peered at the suitcase from the corner of my eye, but chose to ignore it for now.

"It's okay, we've only missed like a minute." I explained as I selected 'Forrest Gump' with my remote.

He placed his butt next to me, put his arm around me and gave me a quick squeeze. I turned my head towards him, smiled and gave him a soft kiss.

"Oi, don't distract me," he said, joking, "I can't miss any more of Forrest Gump."

We watched Forrest Gump for a while, but at some point the images on the screen faded into a blur and were replaced with different ones- images that were foreign to the Forrest Gump storyline.

I saw flashes of pictures, pictures of a young boy that I didn't quite recognise but somehow felt were familiar to me. Pictures of a young boy that looked remarkably like one of the boys I remember from the school photo.

I looked at Shane, wondering what had just happened, but he was still watching the telly, unphased. When my eyes found the screen again, Forrest Gump was playing ping pong and the strange images were gone.

"You okay?" Shane asked, smiling, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Did you not see that?" I asked, confused and, to be completely honest, panicked.

"See what?" Shane asked, looking concerned and slightly alarmed.

I ignored his question, grabbed the tv remote and flicked through the channels in search of the familiar face. There was no evidence of a young boy. If it wasn't a random change of channel that led to the images, then what was it?

"What are doing Kaitlyn? Are you okay?" Shane really was alarmed now, checking my forehead for signs of a temperature.

I jumped up and rummaged through the suitcase for the school photo, I needed proof that I wasn't going insane.

"I saw someone on the telly, I saw a young boy from the photo."

"Kaitlyn, there hasn't been a young boy on the screen since Forrest Gump was a child himself."

"I know that, I've watched it enough times," I said, "it wasn't part of the film."

"What are you talking about? You're worrying me."

I finally found the photo and located the face I was looking for. "Him," I said as I pointed at the innocent, smiling face, "I saw him on the telly."

Shane's expression contorted into one of disbelief. "It can't be..." He mumbled.

"I swear, I saw that boy on the telly, I saw dozens of images of him."

"Kaitlyn, the boy you are pointing to... That child, that child is me."