Currently Alan and Eleanor were both in her room, because she wanted to speak with him privately.

Eleanors room was pretty open. The walls and the ceiling were white and the floor was covered with dark blue carpet. Next to one of the walls, there was a king sized canopy bed with white sheets and light pink curtains. Next to the bed, there was a wooden night stand and on top of that, was a lamp. There was also a huge closet and a door leading to bathroom.

Eleanor was sitting on a dark brown couch and was looking at Alan, who was leaning against the wall near her. This went on a while, until Alan said"If you want to say something, then say it." He turned his gaze at her.

"I just wanted to know why dad hired you."she replies.

"Don't know and don't care. It's just a contract. Not my job to ask why me."he answers her question.

"Also"he looks at her left wrist"are you going to put make up on your frist forever?"

He said it, because the 'immortālis' writing isn't seen on her wrist.

"Nope. I'll put it on, until I can get it removed."she answers.

"Can't be done." Says Alan

"What?"

"I said that, the it can't be removed, because it isn't a tattoo."

"What to you mean it isn't a tattoo?" She asks

"What you have on your wrist is the Word."

"Yeah I know Its a word." She replies sarcastically

"Not a word. The Word. The Words are people who have a writing in latin language and in old latin writing style written on their left wrist. Here." He pulls up his left sleeve and shows his word and puts it back after five seconds.

"Do you mean it's going to be on my wrist for ever and What even are those so called Words?!" She says with a louder voice

"Theoretically you could remove it, but you would have to cut off the part of the skin, where it is written. So unless you want to cut a piece of your skin off and mess up your arm more, then I won't recommend doing it. So you're stuck with it for ever."

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She looks at her wrist and lets out a sad sigh. She never wanted to get a tattoo and now there is one on his wrist, permanently. It will take time to get used to it, but she thinks she could live with it. She could also covered it with sleeves, long gloves or makeup.

But now she was curious what are these Words and how she get it on her wrist.

"Could you tell me about Words?"she asks with a quiet voice, while hugging her knees.

"Words are people with supernatural powers. The Word on their left wrist, tells their powers. The Words on their wrist are always written in a old latin style in latin and are always a single word. Some Words tell exactly what their powers are and some vaguely. For me 'Tempore' or time in english, is simple to figure out. But vague ones, like yours 'Immortālis' or immortality. It could mean that you either can live for ever and can't be killed or you live for ever and can be killed like any other human. There is no way to know which one it is and it could even be an unknown third option. And I can guess you don't want to test out which one." He says the final lone, while looking at the knee hugging Eleanor.

"How to I know, you are not lying?"

Alan looks at her and mutters"time stop"

"Time start."he says again.

She looked at the spot, where Alan was before, but now he was gone from there.

"Want an apple?" Alan says.

She looks to her left, seeing him sitting on the couch next to her, eating a green apple and holding one out to her. She slowly takes it and takes out a small bite.

"How?"she asks

"My power."he simply says and takes out a bite of his apple.

What Alan had done, after stopping time, was going into the kitchen, taking two apples and then coming back to the room and sitting next to her on the couch. It took him nine minutes and ten seconds to do it, because the place is huge.

After swallowing, he continues"Is this enough proof for you?"

"Not really, but I'll just believe you for now."she says and takes a nite from the apple.

They both stay silent, until she says"Oooh. I remember now. Your coat what you gave me. I didn't give it to you back."

"Keep it if you want and it's called parka."Alan says.

Eleanor nods and takes an another bite.

"Isn't it hot?"Eleanor asks with a quiet voice.

"Hmm"

"Isn't it hot. I mean you are wearing a winter clothing in August with 20°c outside."

"No."he answers simply.

Hours later, Its already dark outside and everyone except Alan have gone to sleep. He was given one of the guest rooms in the mansion. The room had only a double bed, night stand and a closet here. There was also a door, leading into a bathroom.

As for Alan, he was sitting on edge of his bed, going through his phone, looking at pictures of him and Alice, when they still worked together. But those days were over, because she had gone off the grit and he had moved onto doing contracts solo.

He stops on a last picture of them together. On the picture he and Alice are both in a snowy place, wearing snow camo clothes and guns. This was taken after destroying one of the nuclear bases in arctic.

He takes a one last look at it and closes his phone. He lays down on the bed and slowly falls asleep.