2048 part 3
About an hour or so passed after dinner and everyone in the family was starting to get sleepy. It was beginning to come apparent that everyone had had a long day. Tristan and Samuel were both playing a game of lacrosse when the bombing started, so they used both exhausted a lot of energy if not all of it trying to run into the respective shelter to wait it out. Devin was at home sick beating a little bug. His nap during the day was interrupted by the air raid siren. Riley was also at home. She was the one that brought her little brother down to the basement. Devin eventually went to bed at 8:30, while Tristan and Samuel were up longer just hanging out. Eventually, Samuel headed into his room. When he did, it was around 9:30. Tonight the house had a bit of a chill since the roof over the parents, and part of Devin's room had been blown off. Because of this, before everyone went to bed, I turned off the generator outside of my house.
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"That has only been one day?" I asked, relatively drained. I turned over on my shoulder and checked the clock. Tristan and I had been talking for almost an hour and a half.
"Yeah. But it is not over yet."
I groaned because I was starting to get relatively tired. The clock to my left read 1:30 am. But I was still rather curious about what else was going to happen, so against my better judgment, I decided that I wanted to see what else would happen.
The camera on Tristan's phone had been relatively shaky, so I assumed that he was trying to figure out how to talk about this next part of the story. I kind of figured that he really did not have a major role. Eventually, I saw a different dimly lit face. This one looked a bit like someone but I couldn't figure out who. His hair was roughly gelled to the right. It was similar to Tristan, but it wasn't as different in length from the side of the head to the top o the head. His eyes were amber in color towards the pupil, and then about halfway to the edge of the iris, A brilliant scarlet started to fade in, making his eyes look like a sort of wildfire. Just above the lip to my right, he had a small mole. Just as he started to speak I saw him rub his eyes, making me wonder what had happened to him in the previous hour-ish. "So Tristan wants me to share with you what happened the night of the bombing, so here I guess."
Something about his attitude really struck a chord with me. The tone of his voice also added to the experience of talking to him. As I was observing, I got a text. I again opened it and then I found myself in a relatively different house. Inside of what I could assume was Morgans room. It was no messier than a normal teenagers room. His closet was open so I got a good look at his wardrobe. Morgan then showed up next to me, and the 4D video began.
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It was starting to get real late at night. Morgan was laying on his back, just staring at the ceiling. Something told me that this wasn't the first time this happened. I followed the Morgan that was now standing in the scene that was playing in front of me. He opened the door and headed down the stairs to the main floor. He peaked around the corner. I followed his gaze. There, in the family room. Morgan's shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes. I counted the empty beer cans that were sitting around the group of guys, and I saw that they each had at least five beers, and they were working on a sixth. They were pacing themselves well, so Morgan didn't mind. He walked back up to his room and tried to get some sleep. He couldn't though, so he just stared at the walls. Bored,, he turned over and checked the clock. It read 10:00. I could see that he was running a little calculation in his head, and realized that at the pace his dad and friends were drinking, it was still early in the night. On occasion, he would again peak around the corner, and still, his dad had not brought out the stronger stuff, which often closed out the night.
He tried to keep himself busy even though he was trying to sleep. He eventually gave up and started to pick up his room. In the process, he set a backpack and packed it with some clothes just in case he decided to skip out. Around an hour passed and things started to get louder in the family room. Morgan decided to investigate, and much to his dismay, his dad decided to bring out some games. Screw it. He started pacing around his room and then, silently he opened up his blinds, scribbled a note, grabbed his phone, and then opened his window, and the screen that protected it. He put on his Nike airs and climbed through the window. In the process, he knocked over a picture that was sitting on his desk. The sound was so loud it startled him.
At this time, he was straddling the window. While he was sitting up there, he grabbed the picture and put it back where it was. He lifted his other leg up and over the side, and stepped quietly out onto the roof, being careful not to lip. On the left side of the area above the garage, there was a little ladder like thing that was used for ivy. Though upon first glance it seemed rickety, it was strong enough to hold him. The way that he carried himself up there made me think that he had experience. He quietly scrambled down the makeshift ladder but missed a step when he was around 5 feet off the ground, but his foot landed on a step. He slowed down a bit, but he made it to the bottom without any further issues.
When his shoes finally hit the ground he decided to check his directions. When he stopped he was rather stunned at what the neighborhood looked like. What used to be a safe street now looked like he was in the hood of downtown Chicago. As looked down his street, he noticed that quite a few of the streetlights were downed by the bombing. Since the moon was full; the fact that there were hardly any streetlights did not bother him. The way that the moon shimmered on the snow, gave him the sense that everything was going to be ok. He looked behind him and saw some of his footsteps in about 3 inches of snow. The fact that he was not running away, gave him peace about leaving the footprints there. It would also let his dad know that he was going to be coming back. If he were to notice it. The trick was sneaking around the house without being noticed.
With all of the destruction around him, it kind of threw off his directions a little bit, but once he looked at the moon, he knew both what time it was, and also, where he was headed. He started walking towards Tristan's house, which was about a 3-minute walk from Morgans own house. When he arrived he climbed up the tree that was in Tristan's yard to get to the roof outside of Tristan's room. He knocked on the window, knowing that Tristan was a light sleeper. He saw Tristan flick on the light next to his bed, and head over to the window rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn. He opened his window, and whispered "hey." The fact that he had just woke up made his voice sound rather deep.
"Hey. How's it going?" Morgan responded, rather energized.
"Good. It's almost midnight. What are you doing up?"
"My dad is having a party at our house."
"Shocker."
"Could I come in? Its cold, and, uh, Slippery up here."
"You seem to be handling yourself just fine." A mischievous smirk flashed across Tristan's face. "You can come in the Front door. I'll meet you there." He shut the window and Morgan stayed there for a second, and shrugged his shoulders, and then scrambled across the roof, trying to make as little noise as possible. He eventually reached the other side of the house and attempted to step into the tree that he climbed up to get to the roof. He reached it successfully and climbed down it. In the process though, he slipped on a branch and started tumbling to the ground. He landed just right to avoid getting seriously hurt. He jumped up and dusted himself off again. He walked over to the door where Tristan was waiting already. "You're crazy man."
Morgan immediately responded, "Yes. Yes, I am."
"You look like you just fell out of a tree."
"You are so observant. I did, but I landed like a cat."
Tristan let out a sigh and shook his head like he wasn't surprised. He opened the door so that Morgan could come in. "You could sleep in my room."
"Good. Thank you for this."
"You'll have to be quiet on the way upstairs though."
Moran took off his shoes and the two friends headed upstairs, side by side. They arrived at Tristan's room a couple of minutes later. When they got there, Tristan headed over to the second closet from the door into his room. Tristan opened it and grabbed his sleeping bag, which was going to be Morgans bed for the night. He tossed him a pair of his athletic shorts. Morgan looked at him sideways and then whispered, "No thanks, I have my own."
"Ok," Tristan replied, as he maneuvred around his room and shut off the light.
He tried to keep himself busy even though he was trying to sleep. He eventually gave up and started to pick up his room. In the process, he set a backpack and packed it with some clothes just in case he decided to skip out. Around an hour passed and things started to get louder in the family room. Morgan decided to investigate, and much to his dismay, his dad decided to bring out some games. Screw it. He started pacing around his room and then, silently he opened up his blinds, scribbled a note, grabbed his phone, and then opened his window, and the screen that protected it. He put on his Nike airs and climbed through the window. In the process, he knocked over a picture that was sitting on his desk. The sound was so loud it startled him.
At this time, he was straddling the window. While he was sitting up there, he grabbed the picture and put it back where it was. He lifted his other leg up and over the side, and stepped quietly out onto the roof, being careful not to lip. On the left side of the area above the garage, there was a little ladder like thing that was used for ivy. Though upon first glance it seemed rickety, it was strong enough to hold him. The way that he carried himself up there made me think that he had experience. He quietly scrambled down the makeshift ladder but missed a step when he was around 5 feet off the ground, but his foot landed on a step. He slowed down a bit, but he made it to the bottom without any further issues.
When his shoes finally hit the ground he decided to check his directions. When he stopped he was rather stunned at what the neighborhood looked like. What used to be a safe street now looked like he was in the hood of downtown Chicago. As looked down his street, he noticed that quite a few of the streetlights were downed by the bombing. Since the moon was full; the fact that there were hardly any streetlights did not bother him. The way that the moon shimmered on the snow, gave him the sense that everything was going to be ok. He looked behind him and saw some of his footsteps in about 3 inches of snow. The fact that he was not running away, gave him peace about leaving the footprints there. It would also let his dad know that he was going to be coming back. If he were to notice it. The trick was sneaking around the house without being noticed.
With all of the destruction around him, it kind of threw off his directions a little bit, but once he looked at the moon, he knew both what time it was, and also, where he was headed. He started walking towards Tristan's house, which was about a 3-minute walk from Morgans own house. When he arrived he climbed up the tree that was in Tristan's yard to get to the roof outside of Tristan's room. He knocked on the window, knowing that Tristan was a light sleeper. He saw Tristan flick on the light next to his bed, and head over to the window rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn. He opened his window, and whispered "hey." The fact that he had just woke up made his voice sound rather deep.
"Hey. How's it going?" Morgan responded, rather energized.
"Good. It's almost midnight. What are you doing up?"
"My dad is having a party at our house."
"Shocker."
"Could I come in? Its cold, and, uh, Slippery up here."
"You seem to be handling yourself just fine." A mischievous smirk flashed across Tristan's face. "You can come in the Front door. I'll meet you there." He shut the window and Morgan stayed there for a second, and shrugged his shoulders, and then scrambled across the roof, trying to make as little noise as possible. He eventually reached the other side of the house and attempted to step into the tree that he climbed up to get to the roof. He reached it successfully and climbed down it. In the process though, he slipped on a branch and started tumbling to the ground. He landed just right to avoid getting seriously hurt. He jumped up and dusted himself off again. He walked over to the door where Tristan was waiting already. "You're crazy man."
Morgan immediately responded, "Yes. Yes, I am."
"You look like you just fell out of a tree."
"You are so observant. I did, but I landed like a cat."
Tristan let out a sigh and shook his head like he wasn't surprised. He opened the door so that Morgan could come in. "You could sleep in my room."
"Good. Thank you for this."
"You'll have to be quiet on the way upstairs though."
Moran took off his shoes and the two friends headed upstairs, side by side. They arrived at Tristan's room a couple of minutes later. When they got there, Tristan headed over to the second closet from the door into his room. Tristan opened it and grabbed his sleeping bag, which was going to be Morgans bed for the night. He tossed him a pair of his athletic shorts. Morgan looked at him sideways and then whispered, "No thanks, I have my own."
"Ok," Tristan replied, as he maneuvred around his room and shut off the light.
***
This time the transition back to talking with Tristan and his friends did not really surprise me as much as it had the few times prior. Though the technology was really cool, it was starting to wear off on me. I turned over and took another peek at my clock. this time it was even later. My clock read 1:30. Jeez. I thought to my self it is getting really late. I had class at 8:00 the next morning. Since Morgan was on my screen I asked, "Could you please pass the phone to Tristan. I need to talk to him for a bit."
"Sure thing." He responded, and I saw him stand up and walk through the hallway, which was still really dimly lit. Morgan handed the phone off.
"Tristan, as fun as it is to talk to you, I really need to get to bed. Could we talk some other time?"
"Yeah sure. Though I do not know what kind of reception I will get. We may end up just texting."
"That works. Take care."
"I'll try my best." and then, silence followed. I turned over, still in shock over what had just occured, waiting anxiously to find out more about more about what was happening in Tristan's timeline.
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Just some news before I completely end this post:
"Sure thing." He responded, and I saw him stand up and walk through the hallway, which was still really dimly lit. Morgan handed the phone off.
"Tristan, as fun as it is to talk to you, I really need to get to bed. Could we talk some other time?"
"Yeah sure. Though I do not know what kind of reception I will get. We may end up just texting."
"That works. Take care."
"I'll try my best." and then, silence followed. I turned over, still in shock over what had just occured, waiting anxiously to find out more about more about what was happening in Tristan's timeline.
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Just some news before I completely end this post:
- True Blue is going to be picking up next week
- 2048 is going to be coming back July 18