Tord X Tom

Chapter Seven

The guy came out of the bathroom in a robe, looking at Tord and the food he made, "What's this?"

"Best I could do with what was in the fridge." Tord smiled. The guy nodded, "Thanks."

"No problem." The guy walked over to the fridge, "You want a drink?" Tord nodded, "Yeah, sure." After about an hour, Tord smiled, "It was pretty good, considering your fridge has quite an array of things. Not a lot of food, but... Freezer has a rock in it."

"What rock?" Tord chuckled to himself, "There was a stone in it. It said 'Draco'"

"That's snooping! It was my mother's senseless idea of a nickname. It's..." Tord tried to make a conversation, "So you're a waiter. I mean... I don't know what I mean. Okay..."

"I hate Christmas..." Tom ended up falling asleep on the couch, Tord tucked him in and got up, putting their messy plate to the sink before noticing some dog tags on a hook. Tord took them off and turned on the lamp, 'Larrson, Tord'. Tord looked through some mail and saw the name, 'Thomas 'Tom' Ridgewell'. Tord got up with the tags and woke Tom up, "Hey. Hey, wake up. Tom."

"No..." Tom groaned. "Who are these people?" Tom turned around, "What?"

"Who are the people in this picture?" Tom looked at it and said, "That's my mother and me." Tord turned the photo so he was looking at it, "What do you mean, your mom and...?

"No, wait a minute." Tord looked up at Tom, "Where's your mother now?"

"My mother is dead."

"What do you mean, she's dead?" Tom sighed angrily, "I mean, she's dead. Dead. Gone. She passed out with a cigarette and burned to death a long time ago, all right? No, no, no..."

"Listen, I'm sorry. Listen. I don't know how... What's the date today?" Tord asked.

"What?"

"I know this sounds crazy. What year is this?" Tord asked again.

"What? What? Who the hell are you?" Tom asked getting moody.

"...I'm Tord Larrson."

"Get the fuck out of my house! What'd you do, snoop all over the place?"

"...No."

"...God, you had no right. You had no right to go through anything." Tom growled. Tord sighed, "Look at me. I know this doesn't make any sense, because it doesn't make sense to me either." Tom exhaled, "Oh, my God. If you don't get out now, I'm gonna call the cops."

"No, please. Please, wait. I won't hurt you. Just talk to me, please. Look... Your mom was passed out on the side of the road when I met you. She was wasted. Rachel, her name was Rachel." Tord tried to explain.

"Just stop it!"

"Look, I gave this kid those dog tags."

"No, no. No, you didn't. Tord Larrson did, and Tord Larrson is dead."

"What? What do you mean, he's...?"

"He's dead. His body was found, New Year's Day, Woodland Pike. He's dead."

"It can't be."

"Well, it is. Listen, listen. I don't care who or where you think you are... you're not Tord Larrson. So whoever you are, I did a nice thing... I did a really nice thing, and you've really... God, you've really made me regret it, so please, please, would you? Would you just leave? Okay?" Tord begged, "Don't you remember me?"

"...Oh, my God." Tom put his face into his hands. Tord gently grabbed his arms, "Look at me. I'll leave, okay, I'll leave, but look at me. I'm not lying to you. I met you. I met you and your mother, and there was no one around for miles. I couldn't have known that from a pair of dog tags you had lying around."

"You put those down, and you get out."

"Don't you remember me? Don't you know? I'm..." Tom screamed, "You get out!"

"I'm..." Tom weakly whispered, "Okay? Please. Please get out."

Flashback

I'm gonna blow your head off!

Tord then wakes up slowly, whispering, "Tom..."