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The news of the events of last night spread faster than the sun's golden beams in Lakefield View that chilly October morning. It was the first daybreak Justin had ever seen. The birds had already started their daily singing. The air smelt fresh and clean. Though he was only sitting on a stool in the kitchen of his parents' house, Justin could breathe in the serenity of the morning. It was the most beautiful thing to happen in the past twelve hours.

Following the realistic nightmare, Justin didn't return to the land of slumber. The confusing events that were addressed in the distressing delusion had Justin's brain working overtime. After his brief solace of escaping to the beauty of Mother Nature, Justin returned to the never-ending loop that was the projection of events playing in his mind. All he could hear was the explosion of the mysterious object in the sky that rained down on Meadow Falls. All he could feel was the earthquake that came before it. All he could smell was the burnt remains of his old nursery. All he could taste was the blood that was drawn by what he believed to be the Lakefield Ripper.

Justin vanished into the vortex of his mind, his thoughts reaching unfathomable depths. Consumed by his thoughts, he did not hear his mother enter the kitchen and start up a conversation with him. It wasn't until she walked to the other side of the table to face Justin, and within his eyesight, that he even realised she was there. He shot his eyes up without moving an inch, breaking the trance.

"Are you sure you're okay to be home alone Justin?" Rebecca asked in her usual vigilant expression. She turned the kettle on, keeping Justin in her sight, afraid that if she looked away for a moment, Justin would take a turn for the worst. Justin rubbed his eyes and looked down at his full cup of cold coffee.

"Yeah, definitely, I'll be okay," Justin tried to reassure her, but his tired tone suggested otherwise. He gave his head a shake. "I have my Charmed DVDs to keep me going."

"I can't count how many times you've watched that show," Rebecca laughed, subconsciously ecstatic that they were now talking about something normal and positive.

"Eric messaged me while I slept last night, and told me not to bother with my shifts at the café for the next few days. Something happened to his father, he's really upset."

Well that didn't last very long, Rebecca thought. "Oh no," she said in a faint whisper. "Do you know what's happened?"

"He's going to keep me updated," Justin revealed all he knew which was barely anything. "I hope Frank is okay, though. He was always very kind to me at work."

"Frank is a good man." Rebecca began to daze, falling into the same kind of trance Justin was under just minutes before.

"You know Frank?" Justin asked. He genuinely didn't realise his mother knew his boss.

Looking flushed, Rebecca scrambled for a quick explanation. "Just from when I've come to visit you at work with your father. He would give me an extra shot in my cappuccino."

Justin bought the story after Rebecca sold it with a smile.

"Tiffany is holding up okay, considering the death of her sister," Justin further informed Rebecca, who listened with curiosity. "Her other sisters haven't been bothered by Stacey's death at all! How horrible is that?"

"It's terrible. I always thought Tiffany and Stacey were the only good seeds to come from that family. Her mother was a piece of work; of course it's such a shame she's been missing for all these years."

"I never met Tiffany's mother, but her father was kind enough to bring me home last night."

"I am so grateful to him for bringing you home, but please make sure you ring your father next time something like this happens. I really don't want you mixing with the affairs of Tiffany's family."

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