Tord X Tom

Chapter Fifteen

Jordan sighed, "I can't help you unless you let me." Tord mumbled, "That thing is my only chance in this place."

"What thing?"

"You don't understand." Jordan exhaled, "Well, try and help me understand."

"I've... I've seen a time that's not this time. And I'm only able to see it when I'm in there."

"What time is that?"

"2007." Jordan asked, "What year do you think it is now?"

"I'm not delusional. I know it's 1992." Tord growled softly.

"Okay. So tell me about 2007. What does it look like?"

"Doesn't look that different."

"The future doesn't look different?"

"No. Not to people like me."

"You think you're traveling in time?"

"Is that it? Listen. Not everyone in this place is crazy."

"Like who? Like Johnson, maybe? Did he tell you he tried to kill his wife? Johnson locked himself up in his house for two months... and nearly starved himself before he was brought here. All because his wife left him for another man."

"I don't care. Look, I don't have time for this. I gotta get out of here."

"These are all facets of your delusions."

"Oh, yeah? What about Peter? Is that a facet?"

"How do you know about him?"

"You told me. I saw you. You thought I knew something about him, so you told me."

"How do you know about him, Tord?"

"Because you told me. You told me. I know somewhere inside of you... you have to believe that what I'm saying is true. You have to.

I don't know how you know about Peter... but these ideas are part of your delusions.

No. No." Jordan left the room. Max walked in, smiling, "Hey. I brought you some smokes."

"White said that your wife left you for another man, so you lost it." Max growled, "How's that for a thank you?" Max turned around to left but turned back to Tord, sitting next to him, "Well? I didn't want to see it. You know? I'm in here because... they say I have a nervous condition. Well, well, here's my question: Who wouldn't be nervous if they really, really looked at their lives? I mean, whose life is that good?"