Reverse Ep.9

“Paul, wait!!!”

Paul turned around in surprise. Carla was running towards him, the gleam of adventure in her eyes. “Paul, take me with you! The half a day since I met you has been the most exciting time of my life!”

Paul was confused. “Why would you want to come? The Mafia might still be following us. If you stay away from me, they’ll never know where you are.”

“I don’t care.” said Carla happily “I’d rather adventure in Ireland than boredom in Spain.”

Paul face slowly crept into a smile. “Well if we’re headed north then we better get going!”

They took the next plane to Ireland and in the space of a few hours, they were standing in Dublin airport. It was a miracle they passed through customs, seeing as they had a trombone case with a magical glowing staff and a satchel full of money, but that was when Paul discovered another use for the strange artefact.

When the airport official attempted to check the case, he accidently touched the orb at the top. His whole body froze, and then he shuddered, as if  electric wires were running through his body. His hair stood up on it’s end and his eyes rolled around in their sockets. Quite a few people nearby screamed. When he heard them, the guard seemed to become normal again.

He looked around and saw his hand in the trombone case. “Carry on.” he smiled weakly. Hardly daring to believe their luck, Paul and Carla raced down the corridor to the world outside.

When Carla thought of Ireland, she pictured green fields, cobbled streets and leprachauns dancing around in little green hats.

The truth was far less glamorous.

It was the same as any average country, aside from the fact that it was unusually wet. It seemed to be always raining; when they got off the plane, when they hired a taxi and it even rained through the night. Carla knew it was January, but still. She was from the warm lands of Spain after all.

They got a room in a five-star hotel for the night, and as soon as Carla saw the beds she almost collapsed. They were huge, and they looked so comfy. She  jumped onto it without even changing her clothes and in five minutes, she was out cold.

Paul had a troubled sleep. He knew, a few miles away, another Paul Kane was sleeping in a much smaller room, blissfully unaware of the fact that in less then two weeks, his mother would be dead. That night, of course, the nightmares hit hard.

He was in a dark room. The man he was interviewing was sitting across the table, where his face was hidden in shadow. The man was talking, but Paul wasn’t listening. He was trying to remember whether he’d left the parking brake on or not. He thought he had better check, just in case. His mother was asleep in the car, after all. He excused himself from the table  and walked outside. He couldn’t see his car for a moment but then he heard the scream. It was the kind of cry that, if you’re lucky, you’ll only have to hear it once. He turned just in time to see the car rolling down the hill into the river, his trapped mother still inside. . .

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