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Chapter 3

The first five days of our new life were spent rooting ourselves to the mundane. Washing dishes became a sport. Cooking was an adventure for the palate and our senses. I have found an appreciation for colors and bubbles with the help of laundry. Marvelous indeed. It was a pity though that Lulu didn't share the same sentiments. While I had taken to this life like Christopher Columbus settling in the country he colonized for the motherland, Lulu was a forlorn crewmate who had trouble adapting to the culture. But never you mind. She'd be good at it later.

On our sixth day as residents, I was woken by an unbearably horrible smell coming from downstairs. Taking my bathrobe from the chair where I left it last night, I quickly made my way out of the room. Lulu's door from across the hall was ajar, which meant she wasn't inside. "Lu?" I said, tying my robe tighter. "Where are you?" Perhaps she was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She did promise to surprise me with something special before going to bed.

I haven't taken the first step to the stairs when I noticed the fog coating the room below. Then it hit me. A strong foul smell that reminded me of the sewers we accidentally got ourselves into when traveling in Asia. I was with Casper and Lulu that day, as our usual modus. If Lulu had been more careful, she'd have seen the manhole and wouldn't get stuck midway. Then we wouldn't have needed the help of the fire department and the rescue team. God it was so embarrassing to be thought of as a group of clumsy teens. Come to think of it, when the three of us were together, it always meant trouble.

The more I descended the stairs, the more convinced I was that I have woken up to war. Maybe the Russians or Chinese got tired of us and decided to go fully nuclear. My thoughts raced. A nuclear explosion would be accompanied by a blinding flash, like lightning, but so much worse. Then there would be radiation that would bring heat strong enough to set combustible things on fire even at a far distance. Fireballs, pulse or radiations, things you only saw in movies would be present. With both feet planted on the first floor, I prepared myself for the worst.

"Hi there, Scotland," Lulu greeted, whizzing past me. She had a tacky green apron on, a ladle on one hand, bandana on her glorious curly hair. Surely, that wouldn't be her outfit for war. Or was it? I followed her to the fog covered kitchen, fanning the air with my hands. "Please sit. Breakfast is almost ready." I opened the nearest windows first, taking in the sights of the neighborhood. Houses weren't burnt. People weren't screaming. There were neither wars nor bomb explosions. Only Lulu preparing food. I sighed in relief.

The clean air from the window soon replaced the poison in the kitchen. I went to my respective chair next to the table, calming my overactive brain. That was the only downside of knowing too much. The scenarios you could conjure were brutal, especially when you lacked sleep because you spent the time researching the night prior to this. Lulu scooped a murky liquid from the boiling pot to a smaller bowl. She had a big smile on when she took it to the table, pushing it in front of me.

I gagged at the smell. "Not to be super inquisitive," I said, my eyes focused on the bowl. "What is this thing?" It bubbled and spewed, the makings of something long and yellowish starting to float on the surface. A bone marrow, maybe. Lulu's jaw tightened at my question. "Never mind. Bon appétit." Perhaps it was the kind of exotic food we tasted once. It didn't look too good, but it was a delight. I took a spoonful of Lulu's dish and put it in my mouth. This. This wasn't that kind of food. I put my head on the table, banging my fist. "Water," I croaked.

Lulu dashed to the sink, going back to me with a glass. I pinched my nose, drowning my throat with the cool liquid. My elixir. If only it was enough to get rid of the slime. Her shoulders sagged. "I followed the recipe to the last period. I can't imagine what went wrong," she said. Lulu dipped a finger on the bowl and tasted it for herself. Her face scrunched. "Eew! That is nasty." Something buzzed from another part of the house. "That's the dryer. I think the clothes are ready." She left my side to attend to it.