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“You think it’s all that serious, huh? ” he asked after a pause.

“I don’t know.” I could see from Eric’s displeased expression that he wasn’t satisfied my reply.

“I gotta go. ”

I walked out of the kitchen, grabbed my coat, nervously fumbling with car keys, and was about to grab the door handle when I heard Sabrina call me.

“Hey, you!” She leisurely emerged from the living room.

“I’m all ears, miss, ” I murmured. She smiled. Well I never! She does nothing but bestow smiles on my all day.

“Have you forgotten about our little bet? ”

“How could I?! ” I feigned offense and grinned playfully.

“Well, tomorrow then? ” Sabrina asked flirtily.

“Tomorrow it is. ”

I leisurely walked out onto the street and headed towards my car parked the back.

For some reason, I felt extremely queasy. What did Grandpa mean only Eric and I could help? I was at my wit’s end. But one thing I was sure of, Sabrina saw her mother, and the vision wasn’t just scaring her, it was causing real physical pain.

What’s worse, both Eric and I saw her writhing in pain and both felt completely powerless and useless.

The Council

Having parked in front of my parents’ house, I sat in the car for some minutes, gathering my thoughts. I kept replaying the details of Sabrina’s story over and over. Then I noticed the time and winced. Almost six o’clock. I was running late and risking a lecture from Mrs. Renton. I got out and trudged towards the house.

My thoughts were all over the place, making it hard to fully concentrate on the impending meeting with my father. Six months ago, we had a big row over my then girlfriend, and since then we had barely said a word to each other. Today, at last, there was a good reason for us to start talking again and maybe reconcile.

The door flew open before I could even knock.

“What took you so long?” Mom asked, deep hurt in her voice, and motioned me into the house.

It took about forty seconds to walk from the car to the house. Was it really that long?

“I’m not late, I’m on time,” I said, meeting her reproaching gaze. Mrs. Renton made a grunting noise and, adjusting her glasses, headed towards the kitchen.