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[18.12.2023 23:31] @_whiterabbit_: Hi

[18.12.2023 23:31] @_whiterabbit_: Am Day!

[18.12.2023 23:31] @_whiterabbit_: When are you from?

Nona reread that sentence once, twice, a third and repeated. Was someone else just like her? Or maybe someone could actually travel through time? Nona could feel her heart beating in her throat. She was shivering and could barely focus her eyes on the screen. Schrodinger woke up and noticed her pale face: 'Are you all right, love of my life?'

'Someone just asked me when am I from.'

'Are you sure you are reading that right, love of my life?'; the cat sat on her lap and read the sentence she pointed with her mouse: 'Must be a typo, my love.'

'You think?'

'Absolutely.'; he confirmed.

'Look at the date next to his name.'; Nona insisted.

'Shit.'

[18.12.2020 22:34] @NotaTimeTraveller: I’m from 18th December 2021. It is 22:24, and it's Friday.

[18.12.2023 23:35] @_whiterabbit_ logged off

'Shit.'; she said back. 'They logged off.'

'Maybe the game is broken. We should have watched a movie and eaten chips.'; complained Schrodinger, still looking at the screen as if he was chasing a fly.

‘You might be right. Or it could have been a glitch.'; said Nona, disappointed. ‘Or a silly trojan is infecting Cloudflare's servers. I did have this user yesterday with an issue with his time settings on his PC.'

'Could be related or could be not related.'; replied Schrodinger vaguely.

'Or it is related and not related at the same time.'

'Smartass.'

'That is why you love me.'; she jested, petting him between his ears.

'True.'; he purred.

'So, are you still up for a movie?'

'As long it is not Back to the Future, I am up for anything.'

'The City of Angels it is!'

'Oh, no!'; he moaned: 'You're lucky I'm so in love with you.'

Nona was about to speak when a sudden ashy taste stuck to her tongue and black dust ran away between her lips. And a daunting female voice could finally be heard through the walls of her apartment. 'Is any spirit present?'

'Oh no!'; said Schrodinger sarcastically: 'We are no longer watching Nicolas Cage falling in love with Meg Ryan.'

The voice repeated: 'Spirit! Are you with us?'

'Am I supposed to do something?'; asked Nona, a bit confused.

'Of course not.'

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Nona looked at her corridor that linked each room to the main door and saw nothing. She could only hear this time. 'Spirit! Give us a sign.'

As she returned to her office, she accidentally slammed her shoulder against the frame door leading Nona to shout. 'Autsh, fuck!'

'Did you hear it? He's with us!'

'What have you done.'; the black cat rolled his eyes while placing a paw between his eyes.

'They can hear me?'

'Are you Marlin Smithlock?'

'No.'; shouted Nona.

'Spirit, are you Marlin Smithlock?'

'No.'; shouted Nona louder.

'Spirit, if you are Marlin Smithlock, son of Marie Helen Smithlock, hit the walls once!'

Nona looked suspicious to Schrodinger, who said: 'I think we should have fun with it.' Nona, with no hesitation, slapped the doorframe once.

'Helen, it's him. It's him. What should I ask next? Sure, my darling, hang on there. Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, your mother misses you very much and wants to know if you are in peace now.'

‘Marie Helen Smithlock. Strange, the name rings a bell, but I can't recall why.'

'I know why.'; said the cat short.

'You know who she is?'

'She was a fanatic who believed Allan Kardec's teachings. To prove to anyone that his theory about speaking to the dead was real, she killed her baby boy around 1890. He was five.'; he explained.

'Wasn't she hanged?'

'Yes, she was. But, until the end, she pledged not guilty.'

'So she believes right now he is still alive in another form. And we are proving her right, as if she did nothing wrong.'

'Yeah. Sort of takes all the fun of it.'

'What do we do now?'

'We can leave it as it is. And just give her the silent treatment. Or, we could have serious fun.'; there was a devilish tone at the black cat's words.

'Wasn't it two knocks for no?'

'Yes, it was.'; Schrodinger confirms.

'This seems better than watching a movie.'; Nona smirked while she knocked on the door frame twice. And a silence permuted for long minutes until the voice asked: 'Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, child, are you not in peace? Knock once for yes, twice for no.'

One knock. 'Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, where are you? In limbo?'

'Shit, what is limbo?'

'Is the place between heaven and hell as per Catholics.'

'Is that a good thing or a bad thing?'

'I don't know. I suppose for a child is a bad thing, and people would expect children will go directly to heaven.'; he explained.

'How could I say he is waiting for his mother to show her the path to hell?'

'That would be so awesome. We could try morse code, but not everyone knows it at their time.'

'Oh, I have an idea.'; Nona knocked slowly three times.

'Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, are you In limbo?'; the voice repeated. And the answer was four clear knocks. 'Helen, I don't understand. Is there any reason why your son would behave like that? Was he mad at you? Helen? Don't cry, darling. Let me ask again. Yes? Let's do this. Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, are you In limbo?' Nona knocked five times now on the doorframe. 'Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, are you angry, child?'

Nona smirked, satisfied and knocked just once.

'Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, why are you mad? Did someone hurt you?' One knock. Helen, what are you doing? Leave the candles alone. You are breaking the circle! Don't you want to know what happened to your boy? He is obviously suffering. We must help him. Helen! Put that down! Helen, oh my gracious lord Jesus Christ how dare you! Put that down. John! John, come here! Marie Helen Smithlock, how dare you bring foul intentions to my home. John, please show this lady the exit door and remember her. She will no longer be welcome.'

A deep male voice could be heard: 'Ma'am, drop the knife. I will take you back home. And be grateful my mistress is kind enough to let you go without calling the local authorities.

The woman was in danger. In a time event prank, Nona had just put someone else life in danger. So she did the only thing she could do and slammed her door repeatedly. Until she heard the voice again. The medium was crying and sobbing: 'Spirit of Marlin Smithlock, poor little boy, you just saved my life. You just saved my life.'

Nona and Schrodinger heard the woman cry. Sobbing and mumbling words that none of them couldn't understand. 'Thank you, little angel. Thank you. Thank you. I'll make it right. I'll make it right for you, little angel. You may go in peace. You may go.'

They stopped hearing the disturbed sobbing of the woman even though Nona didn't dare to make any move, to say a single word. 'I think it is gone, my love.'; Schrodinger said.

'I almost killed her.'; said Nona with a breaking voice. 'I almost killed someone somewhen because I was bored. What the fuck is wrong with me?'

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