DAYDREAMER

PART III: In Deep Water

A couple of days had passed, and Lucia was still ill at ease; her hallucinations had perturbed her and as a result had difficulties sleeping at night, without thinking of the mysterious sci-fi city, of course. She tried not to let it ruin her trip, but it seemed persistent in doing so. Her friends were unaware of these visions and dismissed them as a hoax of the mind, her priorities should have been set in London; where she was set to collect her second batch of gifts, but these secret pages had her backtracking, perplexing her with its ambiguity. She lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, she was so confined in her own thoughts that she didn't notice someone walking into the room, silently striding over to Lucia's bedside and looming over her. Wearily, Lucia got up from her bed and turned to face the person. Jake. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone?

"I'm not going to sugar-coat this, I need your help,"

"And why would I want to help YOU, of all people?" Lucia chuckled; Jake simply shrugged.

"You're not helping me, Lucia, but there is someone who does need you," Lucia rolled her eyes, getting up from the bed and leisurely making it for the door, clearly fed up with his shenanigans.

"I figured," he sighed, "well for her sake, at least, could you read these documents? I guess they're as important to you as they are to her," Lucia stopped momentarily, turning around to face Jake who was in earnest.

"Let me see them,"

"Not until you agree to come with me," Lucia scoffed, perusing him with contempt.

"I can live without your stupid documents," she announced.

Jake gave a nonchalant shrug again, he must have been tired too, he didn't show the juvenile energy that Lucia was usually accustomed to, she turned around for the door again but was stopped in her tracks when Jake recited the document.

"To a Mr. Phillip David Filmore... Does that name ring a bell?" He declaimed, waving the papers around, Lucia was completely thrown off completely by that, that was her father's name, but... Why did he have it?

"Do I have the wrong person? You do both have Filmore as a second name,"

"Give me the document," she said sternly, reaching for the paper, Jake pulled it back before she could snatch them.

"Come with me," he insisted, "Then I'll give you these,"

Lucia bit her lip in frustration.

"Okay, I'll come with you, just give me the damn papers," she pleaded, Jake grinned.

"On second thought, you need to bring the rest of the guys," he said, sauntering out of the room, he stopped briefly, "And when you do, meet me on the upper deck," and just like that, he left, leaving Lucia with many questions formulating, she looked at her phone with a sigh, and began messaging.

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"Okay, what's all this about then?" Magnus asked, they were all sitting down on one of the rosewood bench tables on the upper deck, a golden silk parasol sat on their heads, gently flowing in the breeze, the snow gently glided across the sky, landing on Aiden's nose, he wrinkled his nose, shaking his head.

"Yeah, why are we here?" Aiden asked, agreeing with Magnus's enquiry. Their attention was suddenly shifted to the bell of the elevator going off, the door opened with Jake and Madeleine walking towards their table. she was holding the certificates in her hand; she had her usual wide smile plastered on her face.