The last visit
Following his friend's advice, Albert decided to visit his grandmother. He was extra-cautious because he knew that Marla would be surveying him and he didn't want her to know what he was doing. He found Lara in her living room, pacing nervously up and down the room.
-What happened?- she asked as soon as she saw her grandson. - Something is wrong, I can feel it!
Albert explained her everything they had discovered at that time, including the origin of the Creator, his incursions in Marla's house and her threats.
-What do you mean that you can feel it?- he inquired when he finished.
-She is doing something already. She has been doing something for some time now, but I don't know what. I just feel traces of her power. Be careful, Albert, be really careful. And watch out, you don't know when she will strike.
Albert sat down with his head on his hands.
-I should have given up the first time, nothing would have happened, I might even have had the chance to fight from the inside.
-Don't ever think about this again, do you think you would have been free? Do you seriously think so? They would have closed you inside a room and then submitted you to their will. You are too important, you are the only one who can stop her. Now, listen, don't come again until she is done, even if this house is safe, it is too dangerous for you to get here. You have all the answers inside yourself. Be brave and be confident.- she hugged him.-Take care.
-You too.
-Come on, what could happen to me? Die? That already happened!- she joked.- Now go!
Albert woke up wondering what could Marla be doing. He knew that his friends were okay, he was seeing them every day, if it wasn't his friends, who could it be? He suddenly realized. Mayra. He hadn't talked to her for some time now, he would call his mother and ask about his sister, but she still had to go to the hospital often and he would never find her. He almost had the impulse of calling home that same very moment, but he reconsidered, calling in the middle of the night wouldn't change anything, however, he would make sure to call first thing in the morning. He woke up early in the morning, on his own, and went downstairs to call home as not to wake up his friends.
-Good morning!- he said as his mother picked up the phone.
-Oh, good morning, honey. Why are you calling so early?
-Just to know how are you doing. How is Mayra?
-She is better physically, but she still wakes up at night screaming. I am a bit worried about her, she is going to the psychologist, but she doesn't seem to improve. Maybe she will have to return to the hospital for psychiatric treatment.
-Can I talk to her?- asked Albert feeling a weight on his heart.
-Sure, she will be happy to talk to you.
-Hi, May, how are you?- he said sweetly.
-Al, is it really you? Oh, Al, make it stop please.- she started weeping.
-What happens?
-I keep dreaming the dream I had the night grandma died, and then there's this voice all the time, telling me that I am going to die, that I am next, that I should kill myself. Every night. I try to sleep as little as I can, but these pills I'm taking make me very sleepy,... I don't think I will be able to stand it much longer, Al. I want to be able to sleep in peace.
-Mayra, don't give up, I'll talk to Professor Smith and I will take the train home today, but whatever you do just don't give up. You are strong, and you are not going to die, you understand me?
-I will do my best.- she said tentatively.
-Now, I want to talk to mom, don't cry, ok?
-So how was it, Albert?- asked Asha.
-I'm coming home mom, Mayra needs me by her side. I will call you as soon as I get on the train.
-Are you sure about this?
-I am. Take care.- he hung the phone.
He went back to the room
and told his friends that he would be leaving for some days, and advised them,
once more, to stick together. Then, he went straight to the professor's office
to ask him for a leave. Daniel told him that there wouldn't be any problem and
to make sure that his sister was better before going back to work. After that
he went straight to the station and waited for his train.
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