Breakfast isn't that bad, if you ignore James' and his father's fighting.
While the guys fought, I socialized with Hanna for a while until she saw how 'late' it was and went to bed. After her mother left, Juliet explained to me that people here in Phobiason sleep during the day and works during the night. No one knows why they sleep during the day, but they do.
When Juliet was done eating, she also went to bed, leaving me to stay with the bickering duo. They were mainly yelling at each other, calling each other words that I'd rather not repeat.
It took them about ten to fifteen minutes to realize that I was the only person left at the dinner table that wasn't fighting. Actually, I was only messing with my unfamiliar dinner when James' father saw that I was still here.
"How the hell can you stand our continuous bickering? And why haven't you eaten any of your food", Jackson asked me with curiosity in his voice.
I only continued to look at my food as I replied," I'm used to hearing fighting, so this doesn't bug me. And I usually don't eat a lot."
"Well you got to eat, Sam, or your cuts won't heal quickly", James stated, sounding a bit paranoid.
I rolled my eyes as I turned my attention towards him and replied," Food has nothing to do with my cuts getting healed."
"Whatever", James groaned as he got out of his chair and walked towards me. "You want me to show you to your room?"
I shrugged my shoulders as I stood up and replied," Sure, better than doing nothing. And it was nice to meet you, sir", I quickly added as I turned to James' father.
His father only nodded his head as he stood up and walked out of the dining room, making me and James the only people in the room.
Sorry about my father. He's not very social, especially to people he doesn't know. That's Juliet also; she's extremely shy, but she'll open up when she gets to know you", James said as he placed his hand on my back and began to walked me out of the dining room.
When we got to the main hall, I turned to him and asked," Um, do you mind if I not go to bed? I'm not tired and we sleep during the night in Catania."
James chuckled as he replied," I don't mind at all. And I have insomnia, a problem where it’s hard for me to fall asleep."
I smiled at this, being that I didn't want to be the only person awake. Once he said that, we walked to his office so I could look around a bit and he could finish doing paperwork. When we got to the office, I ran over to a fish tank, which I saw before, to look at the fish.
Let me put it this way: Fish are food, and food is my friend!
When I got next to it, I realized that there isn’t even fish in the tank; only water and a replica of the mansion.
“Where’s all the fish”, I asked as I looked over at James, who is sitting at his desk.
“Dead. I don’t like fish as pets. Food, definitely. But not pets. I prefer cats, to be honest. Black cats to be more specific”, he stated, causing me to chuckle.
With a cat like grin on my face, I strutted to his desk and said,” Isn’t it a coincidence that I’m the descendent of the criminal ‘Catwoman’?”
He looked up at me with a mischievous smirk on his face, and said,” Keep dreaming, alley cat.”
I wacked him in the arm before I walked back to the fish tank to look at the miniature version of the mansion.
Unlike the real house, the statue looks new and alive, like it was just built. The walls aren’t cracked, no over grown plants; completely flawless. As I scan the area of the front door, I see something engraved on the door. Since I couldn’t clearly see it, I rolled my shirt sleeve up and slid my hand into the water-filled tank to feel the design.
When I place my fingers along the edges of the design, I accidentally pressed it into the house, causing a light in the figurine to turn on. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of rusted metal and stone sliding across each other in front of me.
“What the hell is that”, James yelled as he ran behind me and pulled me away from the fish tank. I looked up at what James was staring it at, causing me to become dumbfounded. The grandfather clock, which was next to James’ desk, was replaced with a dark tunnel.
“It’s your house! You tell me what it is”, I replied as I looked up at his face.
“What the hell did you do”, James said, as he stared at the tunnel in shock.
“Well”, I began to reply sheepishly,” I kinda pressed a secret button on the replica of the house and poof! The tunnel appeared.”
He let go of me and walked to the fish tank, examining the button I pressed before. I walked behind of him as I heard a slamming come from the other side of the room, where the tunnel is. James and I both shot our heads up towards the tunnel to see the grandfather clock was now in its original spot, covering the tunnel.
“Why did you close it up”, I asked James as he pulled his arm out of the tank.
“Because, I don’t want anyone running in here to see the tunnel. And if we both want to explore it later on, I want Juliet to come with us”, he replied as he used a close by blanket to dry off his arm and unrolled his sleeve. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement before I began to walk to the hallway.
“Good idea, and if you need me, I’m going to wake up Juliet”, I stated happily, as I walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.
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