Connected: A Game of Reality

A christmas gift.

"How about that?" Tamara said looking out her window into the dry air of the cold sunday morning. The song of the doves filling the silence. "I guess its past seven, seaming the sun is peaking over the wall." Hironicly there is no wall, it was blown over two years ago. The darn structure was never sturdy after all. Tamara closes her curtains and starts walking out her room. As she thought of the wispering voices coming around the corner. Still knowing the outcome of the event, her baby sister successfully jumps at her with full force. Hanging around her neck frowning Tamara of balance, cuasing her to grab at anything she thought could hold her up and sturdy.

Tamara gets hold of a cover she wished to keep the way it was. As she and her sister falss to the floor, the dust on the gray cover flew of into the air revealing spots of white. That's where the dust has not formed a thick liar. Uncovering a stand of memories forgotten. Tamara stood up straight, brushing her silky dress from the dust that attacked the shine. Zoe, that already stood up grabbed a disc container out of the box. Looking frightened By what she saw on the front. "Put that down!" Tamara screamed in shock, knowing that what Zoe just pulled out, was something far more then what is seemed.

"Why do you still have this?" Zoe asked in fear. A question that Tamara herself can not answer. "I..." Unserten of what to say. "I was ... keeping it for a friend." Offcorce that was a lie. "What the heck. I was keeping it to give it to the government when they finished the new version of it." Zoe gave a disappointed look at Tamy. "You know better then to keep this ... this ... thing in public. When will you learn?" Zoe pushed the object with force into Tamara's hands. Cracking the holder. "Was it not enough for you when you almost died?" Tamara slowly put the disc back in the box, as Zoe shakes her head and walked back to finish getting ready for church.

Weeks past till it was christmas. Tamara wakes up to a nice cup of coffee from her mother. "Merry Christnas, you got mail this morning." "From who?" Tamara asks with a sleepy tone. "The box does not say. Want to open it and see?" Tamara takes the box from her mother's lap. She opens it to reveal an other box but plain white. "No..." There is nothing on the white box but a signature... a signature of someone Tamara knows far to well.

"Maxwell?"

Of course. Noone els.