The wind is as malicious and lazy as a domesticated cat, it lazily pushed the letter along the edge of the driveway towards the road. Theo is more bound than the mailbox, his sneakers tucking into the concrete bed.

Suddenly he shook, like he was hearing some kind of voice that would be very useful for the reader to hear. What a shame.

Theo walked slowly to the letter and picked it up, and quickly crumpled it into a ball. He headed up the driveway, each step was like watching one of those humanoid robot walking demonstrations. He slowly staggered towards the door. His eyes had been stretching long before he began any of this motions, and bore no sign of showing any desire to change. They were far too wide to have been truly in his skull, they stayed like grapes bulging out.

The door handle was turning slowly with a distinct dragging sound as it scraped along the tiles of the floor. It dug and clawed in futility. Theo opened the door, stepped inside, and then closed it behind him. The trash can sat silently across the kitchen. Each step rang like rubber on tile. Boing and/or thud (if you prefer).

The poorly made paper found it's way neatly inside of the trashcan, sitting right at the very top as the lid came crashing down upon it. The lid sat like a cat sitting on top of a cardboard box; it was a very snug fit.

Theo turned at the dragging of the door.

"Honey! I'm home!"

The air in the house rustled past in a flurried frenzy as shoes delicately tapped their way into the kitchen.

"They really loved me too much at work today...whew" Her eyes were busy sorting papers from a suitcase onto the counter.

Theo quietly turned towards the hall door.

It was like the air that was in such a hurry yet for some reason decided to take a moment to sample some soup but that sample was incredibly sour, causing it to immediately pucker in place. It was cold, like it was too busy dealing with the sour flavor to even breath. Not even a bird chirped.

"Theo. What happened?"

Time and space had no meaning or purpose, because she ignored both of those moving behind him. She was right there, instantly. Like someone had popped in, saw the pain that the air was in, and in a rescue effort decided to deliver a sucker punch right into it's gut. The air is the true victim in this case. Anyways a second dude came in and kicked it in the shin, just for good measure.

A dozen snacks were sliding along his shoulders: sizing, binding, constricting him. They pulled, and were turning him towards her.

There was a hint of rouge on her checks, each arm shaking slightly as they had been gripping his shoulders. She, her downturned eyes, her ghastly checks, her tensed lips,

"Tell me. What happened, baby?"

She stared at him. Directly.

Her grip on his shoulder's slackened for only a moment as she pulled him into her arms, his head into her shoulder. The warmth, the stench of coffee and staplers, the hands caressing his hair.

Stolen novel; please report.

"It's okay. Momma's here."

His vision had been blurring for quite some time, and it should be mentioned that I, mr. Farts, have absolutely no idea when it started. Tears were and had simply always been streaming down their paths along the sides of his face. They continued in a rain that could drown out any ocean.

Every time he paused, every time he opened his mouth, the sentences formed but they never escaped. The words hung in his throat, gaggling like a flock of geese on a roadway.

Again he tried to no luck.

She pulled with her pale, delicate, soft grip upon his cheeks. Her eyes locked with his.

"Theo. Is it Hoshi Academy?"

He nodded.

"I need you to tell me what happened".

"There was this girl, and she was pretty and she kissed me and loved me but it was a lie. She killed me! She stabbed me through the heart!"

"Honey, baby. It must have been a bad dream. How can you be dead if you're talking to me now?"

His mouth opened but pulled back, the rest of his body followed suit,

"Yeah, you're right.

I gotta use the bathroom."

He wangled himself free and straggled himself to the bathroom. The door softly locked behind him. Theo turned on the light, revealing the mirror.

Staring back at him was a woman who had extremely dark blue hair and eyes. As for her clothes, it was like she was looking in through a steamy window; they faded off in a haze the further it became from her face until they simply did not exist anymore. Overall, nothing could exactly be made out, but it appeared to be a simple white hoodie without any ornaments or detailing. Her flushed face held onto a pair of lips that was two sizes too small for the rest. Her nose was small yet sharper than most kitchen knives. Her forehead bore enough tension and wrinkles to give an entire retirement home a run for it's money.

Theo shot against the backwall like the whack of a batter's swing.

"Theo. It's me. Nora." He voice has been at a large mismatch with the rest of her features. Deeply masculine.

"Don't scare me like that!" Theo shouted at an inanimate mirror.

"Relax broski, I told you to go to the bathroom. Remember?" A sigh, exasperated from the day's races quietly left the doors of her lips and headed on home.

"Yeah... How are you doing this?"

"Dunno. Anyways, go to the academy."

"We'll talk later. Now could I have some privacy?"

"You need to go. We need to save them."

"Later. I actually need to go and..."

"What's wrong? Not like there's much to see anyway LOL". Her hands barely hid the snickering of her lips.

"Just get out!"

"Yeesh alright dude."

So there Theo sat on the toilet, assured in his victory of gaining privacy as we watch upon him.

That sigh from earlier realized it had actually left something important in the office, so it quickly poked in his lips for just a moment before leaving on it's way home again.

"I need to go to Hoshi Academy."

"I told ya so!"

She was back, peaking in through a painting directly across the toilet. Her eyes were locked with his for only a moment, in the next they flashed down for a millisecond. They popped back up, the smugness knew no bounds nor cared for the limits of the painting.

"I said get out!"