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Chapter 7: Bold Washer?

Filming was over for this week.

I was very contented that this time, it actually went smoothly, with no interruptions. No one was shot, no one fell down anywhere, and no one was hurt-except maybe Matt, who found out his hand has a cut just now.

"Where'd I get this from..?" We were both sitting in James' car, and he was examining his hand.

"You don't know?" I chuckled.

"It was a busy day." He stopped looking at his hand and just leaned back to relax.

"Yeah, it was great!" I sighed and relaxed in my seat too.

"Finally, it's over for today!"

"Back to the hotel, or what?" James suddenly spoke from the wheel.

• • •

It was our final day here before going back home, and I didn't want to waste it.

It was getting late, and Matt and James were back in their hotel rooms, but I was still walking around in the streets.

I was in a less commercialized part of Peru, and the lights from the houses and the few buildings around me gave out a sense of excitement. Just the thought of being somewhere you weren't familiar with made me hyped up. I could have been out all night, when strange things began to occur.

I was poking my head in random shops, and buying a few trinkets and souvenirs to take home, and across the street, a little shop caught my eye.

It was a fancy and old looking costume shop that caught my attention.

But as I was halfway towards it, I felt a heavy hand on my left shoulder.

After I was shot a month ago, my left shoulder became a little more sensitive, and I stopped immediately to find a man in a black trench coat.

I could tell right away that he wasn't South American. But it was hard to point out his facial features properly since the only thing that illuminated around us were the rows of dim street lights and the lights from the passing cars.

All I could be sure of was that his hair was curly and messy. And when he spoke up, I was SURE that he was English.

"Hey! You look incredibly familiar." He smiled at me, and it sent the creeps down my spine.

It's not like I was scared or anything, but something about this guy just suddenly put me off.

It was as if I wanted to get rid of him right away.

"Uh, maybe I do?" was all I said.

"Do you know any 'Steven Gunther Boldwasher'?" he suddenly asked.

Steven Gunther Boldwasher... Hmm... That sounded really familiar.

Like....

Ben

Goldwasser--no.

Stop thinking about him.

I shook my head.

"Bold Washer? Who even has that kind of name?" I laughed. But then he squinted his eyes and moved his face a bit closer.

"You would know." He whispered. And then he walked away like nothing happened. Just like that.

What the huh?

I tried to forget that really strange thing, and continue to the old costume shop.

As the door creaked open, the small bell above it clanged softly. The smell of old wood filled my nose, and as I entered the shop, I was not disappointed at all with the things I saw.