Benjy Fenwick (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thefenwick) wrote,@ 2008-03-06 03:25:00 |
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II.
Okay. I'm still trying to figure this out, so anybody--feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
It's not July 1977 anymore. It's... 2008? And I was probably dead? Or something?
I dunno. I wouldn't belive it at all, but I finally found a phone number for my Da back in Dublin. When I said it was me, he went very quiet for a very long time. Then he sent me a ticket and travel arrangements to get to his place from London and I got there and... Well, he was old. He was an old man and I don't mean just "old" like older than me 'cause I'm a teenager, I mean, like, 30 actual, physical years older than he was when I last remember seeing him a couple days ago. And he said Mum died.
I'm highly depressed. And I think just looking at me is making Da depressed, too.
He bought me winter clothes, though, and I guess that's something. I haven't spent any real time camping or travelling around outside in the winter since before I went to school. Hogwarts has spoiled me for winter hitchhiking, it seems. Right this minute, I'm picturing the fire in the hearth in the Hufflepuff common room. Wonder if I'm supposed to go back to school at this point or not. Da and I haven't really talked about that very much. Neither one of us understands what's happened. He says that I did die, but he doesn't really want to talk about the details. Man, this just isn't groovy. What, precisely, am I supposed to do?
Okay. I'm still trying to figure this out, so anybody--feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
It's not July 1977 anymore. It's... 2008? And I was probably dead? Or something?
I dunno. I wouldn't belive it at all, but I finally found a phone number for my Da back in Dublin. When I said it was me, he went very quiet for a very long time. Then he sent me a ticket and travel arrangements to get to his place from London and I got there and... Well, he was old. He was an old man and I don't mean just "old" like older than me 'cause I'm a teenager, I mean, like, 30 actual, physical years older than he was when I last remember seeing him a couple days ago. And he said Mum died.
I'm highly depressed. And I think just looking at me is making Da depressed, too.
He bought me winter clothes, though, and I guess that's something. I haven't spent any real time camping or travelling around outside in the winter since before I went to school. Hogwarts has spoiled me for winter hitchhiking, it seems. Right this minute, I'm picturing the fire in the hearth in the Hufflepuff common room. Wonder if I'm supposed to go back to school at this point or not. Da and I haven't really talked about that very much. Neither one of us understands what's happened. He says that I did die, but he doesn't really want to talk about the details. Man, this just isn't groovy. What, precisely, am I supposed to do?