#bagay

He was sitting behind a desk with a flask over the burner. The boiling liquid overflowed unnoticed. His focus was on Her, as She casually walked into the room. He pulled on his collar to alleviate the sudden heat he was experiencing. Was that…smoke? Oh SMOKE!

SSSSHHHHSSSSHHHH

He stared at the liquids going down the drain as he was dowsed in cold water. He was still thinking about her. He thought of them in the lab together praising each other’s works. He thought of them watching Telenovelas with his M’ma. Snickering at the fake love shown because what they had was real. He thought of them in their own apartment somewhere in town.

The water stopped. He looked up to see Her standing on front of him. She was holding something. What was it? She blew on it. Felt like dirt no no like sand going into his eyes. It clogged all his senses and he was out like a light.

He opened his eyes. Walls surrounded him. He knew this game. He had put mice though it. He heard her voice. Should he follow it? If I find her will she shock me? He tried his own method. Left Left. No, dead end. Ok, Right Right. No, back to the beginning. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to concentrate. He could hear voice…. Above? He looked up to see her all dressed in a white lab coat with the light glistening off her glass safety masks. She was like an angel. What does she want? What do I want? A flirtation? A Relationship? To Dissolve into her love? But that’s crazy! She has gotten me into and out of trouble. Am I only a lab rat? Is she testing how loyal I’ll be? Is that ethical? His mind spiraled back and forth.

THUD!

Fenton was on his floor, tangled in his blanket. His room lights where snapped on blinding him.

“Polito!” She had her gun in her hand ready to shoot any intruder.

“M’ma! I’m Fine! It’s Fine!” He wriggled out of his cocoon then scrabbled up to his mother’s side. “I just fell out of bed.”

She holstered her gun. “Polito, you’re so sweaty!” She pressed her hand to his forehead. “Come, get a drink. I’ll get the Vaporu.”