The Unexpected Visit

From Omnictionary

Day: December 2 Time ??

The next day went as usual. Work, home, and the computer. Samuel Scott Gray found himself looking at the screen of his computer daydreaming of what might possibly happen with Katherine. Every five minutes he refreshed his Myspace page just hoping beyond hope that maybe she would message him back.

And, finally, she did. At eight thirty he opened the message only to read the answer to his question of "Do you wanna hang out some time?" was not answered. She completely ignored it and started talking about her favorite type of coffee at Starbucks. She was blunter than usual, and did not seem like her normal, eyepatch loving (and wearing) self. In fact, it almost seemed that she was in an awful hurry and just wanted to say something to Sam because it was rude not to reply back to someone's message who you had been flirting with online. Of course, Sam did not even notice her seemed quickness but instead just noticed the fact that she had not answered his question. Angry more at himself than at her, he logged off not leaving a reply and turned off his blasted computer. He sat there staring blankly at the blank, black screen until he went to scratch between his eyebrows and noticed an eye-watering stink. It smelled strangely of sunflower seeds and horse manure. As if he were a manure-shoveler and as he worked ate sunflower seeds. But, however Sam wasn't a manure-shoveler nor had he eaten sunflower seeds in any time recent. Sam hurriedly went to take a shower.

After about an hour of furious scrubbing of his body and especially his under arms, he decided he had had enough of water for a few days. Sam had a phobia of being in water too long. He thought that if a person became prune-y too often then they could, perhaps stay prune-y. But, maybe that was just the Irish superstition in him talking.

Since no one was at home, Sam did not find it necessary to dress immediately after taking a shower like he usually did. Sam was not a gawky fellow, but rather, he was quite bulky - but not in a muscular way. Sam had a beer belly that did not come from drinking beer and no chest hair. He told everyone he shaved it off because it made him itchy underneath his starch work shirt. But the truth was, he just didn't have any. But, why would it matter to anyone when no one was at home. So, naked Sam walked toward the kitchen with hopes of a ham and cheese hot pocket.

In order to get to the kitchen from the bathroom Sam had to go through the living room. And who to his surprise and embarrassment would be there but his own parents back early from their trip to Rio.

"Uh...Son?" Fred Gray was a man whose proportions were nothing like those of his son. He was six foot tall and creepily thin and muscular for a man of 47, who by the way, never went to the gym.

"Sh...." Sam started to say but then remembered his mother's rule of "no cursing." This rule had affected on Sam, for he dearly hated the taste of soap. And as long as he was "under her roof" he would have to abide by "her rules."

Sam had started to run away when he noticed someone behind his parents staring wide-eyed and mouth opened at him. Without one complete word he was back in his room in .78 seconds and had a pair of sweats and a t-shirt on in a record time. Not wanting to go outside his room to face his early arrived parents and certainly not the wide-eyed girl behind them. But, he thought it better to show his confidence in himself rather than the lack there of by not going outside his bed room until the mystery "she" left.

Once outside fully clothed his mother met him with an embrace that was as awkward as all his mother's hugs were. She was a petite, curvy woman with a kind face and the bluest ocean-like eyes. Fortunately for Sam, she had passed on her best feature and not her worst. Which were in fact her teeth. They were horribly crooked,tellow as chalk, and sadly unfixable. The orthodontist explained that if she were to have braces, her top teeth would fall out because they had short roots, and her bottom jaw would come forward leaving her with the bull dog effect. But, even with her screwed up teeth, her husband Fred still found her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Sam's mother ushered him into the living room to greet his father and meet the person she called Katherine.

"Hey dad," Sam tried to avoid having to look at the person who had surely "looked" at him for as long as possible.

"So do you always prance around naked while we're away?" His father joked.

"Yeah..." Sam said sheepishly. But it was actually very true.

"This," the mother offered, "is Katherine. She's from France. And she is here on study abroad. She's going to college in the fall and is going to stay with us for the whole year! Isn't that exciting?!" Sarah Gray was a woman of much excitement. It was amazing that she was not actually jumping up and down at this moment. "So that is why we came home early. We had forgotten until I had checked my calender and realized that she was going to be at our home," she grabbed Katherine's hand, "her new home, before we even were! Isn't that funny?!" She laughed her feminine giggle all the way into the kitchen. Fred followed closely behind leaving Sam alone with yet another Katherine.

"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Katherine." She said ever-so-sweetly to Sam. He had not had to take a language during his years at Winter Park High because he took another elective to cover it. So, he really had no clue what the crap she was saying.

"Do you speak English?"

"Uh...eh leetel. I teech to do it." She said cautiously, trying to select the proper words.

"You teach?...oh, oh you mean you are going to learn to do it."

"Oui. Oui. Learn. You teach moi?" She pointed to Sam as she said "you" and herself when she said "moi."

"I..uh..sure. I don't know French though. So I don't think I will be a very good teacher." He enunciated each syllable as if she were deaf, and not just French.

"Je will teach, oui?"

"Uh, oui?"

She laughed a cute little Frenchwoman giggle and then said, "C'est un bon début." Which actually means, "You are off to a good start." Of course he had no clue what she could possible have said, but maybe that made him all the more attracted to her. The fact that she could say or call him anything intrigued him.

So for the rest of the day Sam Gray did not once think of Allison, Merilee, Margo, or the old man who supposedly was his future self, nor did he think of the other Katherine who loved pirates. No, for once all Samuel Scott Gray was the very French Exchange Student, Katherine Cellier.

Sam couldn't stop smiling for his new found luck of a pretty girl staying with him. He had been told by Daniel that his smile, was his best quality and that when he smiled his cute little dimples showed. He suddenly realized that, he had almost completely forgot about Daniel. He found it hard to even picture him in his mind, but when he did he knew, that Dan was the one who died in dreams. This suddenly terrified him, he hadn't seen heard from or thought of Dan since last summer. It was like he had been erased from existence.

Katherine looked at Sam's puzzled face and said, "Ça va?" Sam responded with, "Ce n'est rien, je vais très bien!" Katherine's mouth shot open and she stared at Sam. He look back as if to say what's wrong, "what you asked me if I was OK I answered you, what," still looking puzzled she inquired, "Monsieur you say you won't talk Français?" He replied, "I can't speak French. You asked in English, and I answered in English. "No Monsieur Sam you talk in Français then." Sam tilted his head. "You're joking with me, right? How can I speak a language without knowing it?" Katherine answered, "I know not, monsieur, but you did."

To say Sam was confused would be an understatement. He thought for a moment that she might just be pulling his leg, but he saw in her deep emerald eyes that she was telling the truth.

Sam began to ponder that if Dan and last summer had gone from his mind maybe other things could be missing too. He began to wonder what else could be missing. Before Sam could get too far into his thoughts to find anything, Sam was distracted by a loud bang of the front door being kicked open. Sam and Katherine quickly ran too the door only to find Old Man Sam with a gun. He pointed it at Katherine and shot her dead.

Sam went over to Katherine who now lay in a pool of blood he was about to perform CPR, when the old man put a chloroform covered rag over Sams mouth he began to fight and let out muffled cries, for it took a few minutes before Sam fell unconscious and was carried away by Old Man Sam. "You're going to thank me for doing that later." whispered Old Man Sam in Sam's ear.

Katherine, the french exchange student, was waring a bullet proof vest so simi-luckily the pellets from the shot gun were slowed down by the bullet-proof vest and were lodged fairly close to the surface of Katherine's body, so when the paramedics arrived they were able to revive her and and rush her to the Arnold Palmer Hospital where she received treatment such as a blood transfusion and was no longer in critical condition. On learning what had happened Merilee and Ali quickly went to the hospital to find out what had happened to her and Sam.

Merilee and Ali arrived outside the hospital just as hoards of people began to leave it appeared as though there were some sort of mass evacuation. A running boy helping Katherine run, almost dragging her along, came up to them just as an the hospital exploded; they were all thrown into the air by the blast.

Later when everyone was being checked over for injuries, Merilee and Ali found Kathrine, who was on a gurney about to be transported to another nearby hospital via an ambulance. They asked semi-conscious Katherine what had happened in the hospital and she replied, "That boy saved us, he sounded the alarm, about the bomb. He made sure he got as many out as possible. He sed his name was Didier." She was suddenly loaded up into the ambulance and it sped off. Merilee and Ali looked at each other again in shock. Yet again this mysterious boy had popped up. They noticed he was standing beyond the police tape chatting to someone; they weren't going to let him slip away like the other. They ran after him, he tried to run, but was tackled to the floor by Merilee who said to the shocked Didier, "You're not getting away too."

Meanwhile, Sam woke up in a strange bed. He began to replay the events that had previously transpired and realized he had been kidnapped. With that, he came to the conclusion that he had to escape where ever he was.

Sam tried the door of the tiny cramped room, but it was locked. As Sam fought to open the door, he noticed foot steps coming from outside. They appeared to be getting closer. Then a jingling noise, the handle began to move Sam tried to hide, where the door would cover him.

The door swung open hitting Sam in the nose. Sam stifled his pain. He was completely hidden by the door. The person who had walked in was a young girl carrying a tray of cereal, with a glass of milk and a flower in a tiny vase.

Sam dived out, knocking the girl and the tray of food over. The cereal and milk flew through the air covering every corner of the room. Sam was about to run when he noticed it was Margo. "Margo?"

"Yah Bozo, what do you want?"

"Margo, why are you here?"

"Well, I was going to give you some cereal, but I suppose that that is long gone now...Unless you want to eat it off my shirt?"

Sam lifted his eyebrows playfully.

"Don't even try it weirdo."

"I'm just playing." Sam held out his hand to help Margo up off of the milk-soiled tile.

"Thanks. You know, for being out of shape, you can really knock a person down. Maybe you should try out for football."

"Ha ha, you know that ol' coach hates me."

"Yea..." Margo trailed off and looked around the room.

"Margo... is there something you wanted to tell me?"

"Yeah, but I don't know how to say it."

"Just say it. Blurt it out. Just do it."

"No, I can't." And she walked out the door.

"What the heck was that?" thought Sam, "She's acting really weird..."

"Margo please tell me, what the hell's going on!" Sam demanded, as Margo walked down. Margo felt obligated to tell him. "OK this isn't going to be easy to explain. I don't quite understand it myself, he called entropic cascade failure!" Margo explained. "Who's this he?" Sam inquired. "Well, he's you. Just not you from now. He's your future, he was trying to alter a terrible event, from his past which resulted in the catastrophic events we find ourselves in. Since he interfered with his past. Margo explained. "You're kidding?" The shocked Sam asked. "No! I wish I was. That's why we brought you here we need all of you here in order to..." Margo was suddenly interrupted by a loud yell. "Nooooo Margo! What did I say you are not to tell him!" The old man grabbed Margo and slammed Sam's door. He heard the clinking of him locking it again and then heard the footsteps of them walking away. Sam couldn't quite take it in. They stopped and old man began to speak again, Sam could only just make out what he was saying. "I told you not to tell him anything!"