Dreamers- Book 1

Chapter Twenty Six- Bellamy

Bellamy entered the main office with trepidation, his feigned confidence having fallen from his shoulders and left behind a few steps ago. His father had left his side to stand by the desk that dominated the office. Its oversized and overelaborate etchings only mirroring the man he had only ever seen on a screen. The President. His short greying hair unnaturally curled, facial hair shaved into the same swirling pattern as the desk. He was flamboyant, colorful, always with a smile on his face. At least that is what the screens had portrayed him as. Right now, he looked far from happy. His mouth twisted into an unsatisfied grimace, eyes brooding as they found every nervous twitch Bellamy presented.

Clearing his throat, he looked around the room, seeing his mother stood in the corner, avoiding his gaze, her arms folded protectively in front of her. He felt his blood ran cold.

"Come here, son." His father said, breaking the silence, beckoning him forward to the desk.

A few long strides later and his knees brushed the cold metal of the desk.

"You have a lot of explaining to do." The President said, his expression becoming passive as he looked him up and down.

"I do?" Bellamy replied, glancing over to his mother, finding her looking at his father with a worried expression.

"I'm a busy man, so I will get right to the point. Explain, Mr. Jezebel." The president reached into a draw and pulled out a small plastic box, setting it on the table.

Bellamy's breath hitched in his throat as the lid was lifted open. Inside, sat a small rusted steel box.

"I thought the drones were going out tomorrow?" He said, saying the first thing that came to his mind as he tried to process what was going on.

"There were storms spotted on the horizon, the drone flight was brought forward by a day." His father replied.

All he could do was nod in reply.

It was here. She was real.

"Can I?" He asked, resting his hands on the plastic box, wanting to pick up the box, see what is inside.

"No. It is too fragile, I have asked someone from the artifact restoration department to come and collect it. They will scan everything." His father replied again. Bellamy nodded, taking his hands off the box and taking a step back, his eyes still fixed on the little steel box.

"Sit down, Mr. Jezebel." The president said, waving his hand, chairs rising from the floor.

Bellamy sat down, his mother and father joining him by his side. The president remained stood.

"You will imagine my surprise when I found that your father had requested a drone to be rerouted, especially when it was to a very specific set of coordinates. Peculiar, but something I was willing to look over- I trust your father's judgement. Until that is, a box was discovered and brought back here." The president began, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the shapes on his beard. "A coincidence- no?"

He reached down, his fingers swiping over the surface of his desk.

'Her name is Pippa White, and she is unlike anyone I have ever met. She was real, mother. I went back into the history documents for 2016, everything is there. Pictures, articles, documentation. I saw her in an old media file when I was working- at least I think I did. I only saw her from behind. That night I woke up in the same town, and there she was. Every night since then it's been exactly the same. Who wakes up in the same place with the same person every night?... I asked Pippa to put together a time capsule, you know, something you bury in the ground for people in the future to dig up. So that's what we are going to do. She buries it in a place the government drones can reach, and we dig it up. Inside will be the proof.'