Continued from Breathe in the Fume…
“Sam? Sam?” Nora asked, worried. Her voice echoed in his ears for a few seconds before slowly fading away like the end of a song. As her voice faded, something else began drowning his ears. It was his favorite song, the same song he’s been waking up to for years. He tried to think of the name but it didn’t come to him. Is this real or is this just all in my head? He wondered but whether this was real or not, he was enjoying it.
“Sam,” a soft voice sang in his ear, “wake up. It’s time to go to work.”
He groaned. Work? The thought popped into his head. He no longer had work, at least not since he became a Dark Guardian. Is this a dream? He opened his left eye and peeked. He was in his apartment bedroom. The curtain was drawn open and the room was drowning in sunlight. He sat up and rubbed his eyes wondering how he got there?
The last thing he remembered was sitting on a mat across from Nora, breathing in potent fumes from the dragon’s mouth. Nora said the fume was supposed to reverse the effects of the Dark Guardian placed on him. He sat up and inhaled a deep breath. He could still smell it.
He looked around the room, still wondering how he got from Nora’s living room to his bedroom. He stood up and in two strives, he crossed the room to his bookshelf in the corner. His eyes and hands moved all over the shelf, not knowing what he was searching, maybe a sign he wasn’t imagining this.
His eyes stopped on the third shelf down, the one where he kept his volumes of notes from all the cases he’s dealt with over the years as a detective. “One, two, three…” He counted out loud, “…seven, eight, nine.” The tenth volume is missing, he thought anxiously.
“Sam?” Nora hollered from the kitchen. “What would you like for breakfast?”
Sam squeezed his eyes tight and scratched the back of his head. What was he thinking? “Whatever you’re having.” He shouted back as he heard her cracking an egg.
In a haste, he plugged the ninth volume from the shelf and opened to the last entry, September 17. He cocked his head in confusion and then he walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen. “Well, nice to see you up before I finish plating these up.” She scooped some scramble eggs onto two plates along with two pieces of toast. He helped carry them to the dining table.
“What’s today’s date?” He asked as they began eating.
“October 13th, why?”
He frowned and shook his head. “Nothing.” He muttered and stabbed the eggs with his fork.
October 13th was the day before he woke up in that warehouse. It was the day before he saw his brother Dominic. Could whatever he had breathed from the dragon’s mouth taken him back in time? He glanced at Nora and wondered if she was a Guardian. He watched as she bit into her toast and gulped down a mouthful of milk. He cleared his throat and put down his fork. “Nora, you might think this is crazy to ask but,” he inhaled a deep breath, “are you a Guardian?”
Her fork fell onto the plate with a clink and her face became serious. She sat back and crossed her arms. “Who told you?”
“Um, uh, okay, you might think this is crazy but I was a Guardian too but the dark kind and you told me that by breathing in the fume from the dragon’s mouth, it would make everything all better except I somehow found myself back in time.” He said quickly that all his words got linked together. She stared at him for what seemed like a long time and then all of a sudden, she bursted out laughing. His brows furrowed. “What, what’s going on?”
“Oh, I just think it’s funny that you think you’ve gone back in time. You’re obviously dreaming.” She laughed again. “That’s what that fume do. It knocks you out and sends you back to relive your last memory before you joined the Guardians. You didn’t really think it had sent you back in time, did you?”
He laughed pretentiously. “Pfft, of course I knew this was a dream.” He stopped. “So, how do I wake up from this?”
“Like this.” She suddenly appeared behind him with a knife. Before he knew what was happening, she had stabbed him in the side of his neck.
He slumped onto the floor and stared up at her. “Why did you do that?” He groaned as blood poured from his wound.
She looked at him coldly. “Because there are no any ways to reverse the effect.”
“What…” do you mean? He wanted to say. This wasn’t making any sense. She told me she would help me. He thought and it suddenly hit him, this wasn’t a dream, this was reality.