I raised my glass and tapped it, getting attention from the entire table. We were having a late pizza dinner, since we spoiled ourselves with ice cream. I said, "Excuse me! We got a hero at the table tonight! Please congratulate Magnet on sticking up for Sara." We all clapped like it was an intelligent announcement. "Seriously Magnet, if you see someone getting beat up, nail 'em. Don't let anyone tell you different." He blushed. Sara ran over and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which made him blush even harder and scrub his cheek with his palm. "Ah, Yuck! Cooties!" Viktor and Megan started laughing. Ah well. He's eight, what're you gonna do?
After Angie left, and after the kids went to bed, I crashed out in the master bedroom. Only to be woken up in the middle of the night by a nightmare. It was the same thing. Me standing in Chicago when Talos revealed itself and turned to everything into ash. I grabbed Sara and shielded her from the blast. When I let up, she was a pile of ash too.
Then I was at that conference again. Answering questions for the reporters. Where did you come from? Are you peaceful? How do we know the public can trust you? Are you all related? How old are you kids? What did you do to Chicago? Its a long, long, list. I sat up in my bed. I can't hardly take these dreams. Every time I start getting angry I re-live that moment I woke up in the remains of Chicago. It was the only reason I didn't throttle those kids in Megan's school. I feel weird, in a bad sense. Am I feeling...guilt?
It wasn't my fault those people died. It was Bishop, and he got what was coming to him. So why do I feel like this?
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