Dingdong!
"Don't worry, Honey, I'll get that," said Hanson, wiping his hands with a towel. "Who could it be?" asked Elizabeth. "You don't have any unfinished businesses on Sunday, now, do you?" Hanson smirked and walked out of the kitchen to see who rang the bell. He was sure it was Anderson, again. Quickly, he grabbed the knob of the door and pulled it in, only to behold an entirely different person. "My!" said Hanson. "Surprise, Dad!" "Surprise, Grandpa!" Right before him was Edward (his son) and his grandsons. "Oh, Edward!" he threw an arm around the shoulder of his son, while with the other hand he used in pulling his grandsons to himself. "Grandpa, come look what we got you!" Erickson was saying, pointing to the car with a finger. "Yeah!" agreed the ever excited Edison. "Okay, okay!" said Hanson after having unlocked from the brace."Mike, why would you even think of doing such a thing?!" Amanda Edgeton thundered."Look, I don't need your permission on how to do my stuffs, so face off!" came the reply of Michael Edgeton.He paced about in the room, and slowly raised the cigarette in-between his forefinger and middle finger to his mouth. Then, he deeped his hand into his waistcoat and fished for his lighter. Unsuccessful with that pocket, he moved to the other, then to his trouser pockets where he found it in the left side of it.Amanda Edgeton stared at her husband in confusion, hatred and hopelessness mixed with love and pity, still holding the single documented file in her right hand."Yeah, that's what you've been saying: not ever wanting a permission. Whereas all I've ever wanted was your love and consideration, even if it's not as from your wife, but at least as the mother of your teenage son, for crying out loud!"As Michael lighted the cigarette, he shaded the fire from the light
Dave Buttigieg paced around the garage with a spanner in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He muttered a curse to none in particular then uncapped the bottle, gulping down the water in a steady rythme. Turning around, he jerked at the sound of a container that was kicked. "Why're you alarmed?" asked his brother Luke, just walking in. Dave screwed his eyes at him. "And where are you coming from?" Luke advanced towards him. "Is that a question for a question, now, li'l' bro?" Dave looked the other way. "Thing is, I'm in fear these days. I do not trust that bloke." Luke smiled. "Why exactly? Can't you be a man for once?" He got closer to Dave and observed the swell of Dave's right eye, then added: "Just 'cause you were a total failure to Jake's mission doesn't mean you can't do be'er." Dave heaved out, but it wasn't that of relief.
Monday morning had a good start for Anderson. He woke up without any nightmares. He had, in fact, dreamt of Albert Einstein. It was just a wonderful dream. And very colourful as well, he could remember. In the dream, they were both in Einstein's workshop inventing unimaginable robots, and it was so fun in such that all the after-dream pictures Andy had when he awakened were of smiling faces and beautiful contraptions. It was just like a child's fairytale dream. As always, the bedside clock rang with its vibrative effect, bringing him back to the present world. Anderson was never angry with the fact that the clock always disrupted his sleep, no; for it was always a haven from all his nightmares. But this time he was angry. It had interrupted such a lovely dream. With the fling of an arm against the device, he silence the clock. Pressing the pillow hard against his face he muttered incomprehensible words even he could not recall two minutes a
During break, right before putting his finishing touch in his robot, Anderson decided to have a meal with Harry. Jocelyn later added to the group (careful of Amanda after learning that Jake was the mastermind behind the mishap that'd occured in Anderson's lab the other day). Over meal, the trio were careful to speak in low voices. “So what d'you think about the cyborgs with Jake?” asked Harrison. After that day they'd made their discovery about Jake and the cyborgs through random guesses, Harrison couldn't help but be amazed. The whole thing was just too eccentric for him. From the point of having visit a real cyberspace in Sir Nelson's house to the narration of Andy's time travel, none actually made sense in reality. “I can't really say anything, having not examined them myself,” Andy replied. “He probably fabricated them, that's a certainty,” said Jocelyn. Andy raised his head from his
“May I come in, Sir.” As he opened the door slightly, Anderson saw Principal Sanderson seated in his armchair with his socked feet crossed on the desk. The latter made do to comport himself seeing the student coming in, slipping his feet into his shoes and tugging here and there on his suite. “Sure, take a seat.” Anderson sat down. “Umm. . . you sent for me,” Andy finally said after two breaths of hazardous silence. “Oh, yes. . . you mean about the photocopying machine? I already got it repaired last Friday. Thanks for making chance to come despite your pressing school schedule.” Anderson's mouth hung apart in surprise. He felt stupefied. He got a text from the man seated before him to come over to the office for a little, helping hand on something, yet here he was all to hear a different story entirely. He felt puzzled. “Umm. .
“If you're both going to see Mrs. Simpson, then I'm compelled to tag along.” The voice was cold, eyes glassy, and cheeks slowly raising in anticipation. They duo before the speaker thought the latter was not supposed to come along to such a dangerous “journey”, however, if there was one person that loved Mrs. Simpson as dearly as Anderson, it was Jocelyn. It was past six in the evening and all three buddies had spent, literally, the entire day together. They'd been discussing, excitedly, about the success of Anderson's robot and Thomas' Jet-Lee moves. Before long, their whole discussions fell back to a single train of thoughts. Just as Anderson had voiced out in the lab earlier, he repeated his determination on seeing his mother one last time. When they saw that Anderson was not going to budge otherwise, Harrison had to stand up to support the idea and decided he'd go with him. It was after this that Joc
At the beach, a ruckus had already formed and a search party had been formed to find Mrs. Simpson's body. Apart from those boys who were maneuvered by Harrison and Anderson, and the man who went away with Mrs. Simpson's body, no one could actually grasp the “behind the scene” of Mrs. Simpson's losing balance while surfing. It was in fact a ridiculous thought for the award-winning surfer she was. A special search party skilled in this area were sent out, as quickly as could be, despite the fact that a great deal of time had already been wasted in searching the surrounding depth for the corpse of Mrs. Simpson. At the other end of the sea was Harrison and Jocelyn seated on the trunk of a fallen palm tree. They had been waiting for over two hours on that spot and feared the worse for Anderson. At present, it was already some minutes past two in the afternoon. Suddenly, they both began to hear rumbling sounds from afar. As they looke
They felt puzzled. How could things develop so eccentrically? This was the person who helped Anderson by sacrificing his time and comfort to help the latter acquire the Time Machine so he could achieve his dreams of winning the science competition, yet. . . this? Anderson was not the only one in a conundrum. The jigsaw puzzle that was unfolding left everyone dizzy. “This can't be!” Anderson said over his breath. “How did you all track me? And what d'you want?!” “You bastard!” Anderson bellowed, slapping the man's face, impulsively. The latter staggered back and almost fell. He quickly scurried into the room behind him, wanting to shut the door against them, but the strength of Anderson's push against the door in that level of agitation was extremely improbable in the way that goes with common sense, sending the older man to stagger backwards and fall heavily on the floor. “You don't understand,