THAT NIGHT, ALL THE 3 HANDICAPPED, unconscious classmates... who had been earlier electrocuted in the thunderstorm at the dairy farm – where now, slept in the same children ward-room. All 3 of them slumbered on beds, with their individual curtains drawn.

At around 2:11 AM...

... someone approached walking, in the hospital hallway. The Indigenous Australian woman had 'found' their ward-room.

Peter Walker slept soundly until he felt a rough touch, that was uncomfortable – running across his face. He opened his eyes to have a fright... with the close-up head of a black bull, with flaring nostrils, licking his face. The 'red' gleaming eyed beast, then growled deep, salivating over...

"Wake up, Son of Solomon – behold your becoming, and your creations!"

He heard chants in an old language, recited repeatedly, from around him then, he recognized a familiar 'voice' calling out...

"Peter... don't be afraid."

It was the voice of his dead father.

"Dad..."

The one-armed Peter was roused back – from his bad dream. He then found himself in an unfamiliar dark surrounding and... on a bed, that was 'not' his. He saw pale curtains surround him – with sounding of snores, on his left.

He stood on his knees, and with his one arm, he reached – and drew off the curtains-wide. His eyes bulged out when he saw yellow, tungsten-like light coming from far across, from inside of another enclosed curtain.

On his left was another opaque curtain, blocking his sight – behind it was a soft, blue turquoise light glow – with the snoring-sound.

... Peter saw his own single hand – it 'too' was glowing pinkish crimson. It freaked him out and he-then FELL OFF FROM THE HOSPITAL BED to the hard floor below.

Below shivering, he finally saw his ultimate, biggest 'mother-of-all-fears' – which was the presence of the unwelcome visitor, his green-eyed creature... the school counsellor Ms Diane King.

She stood in front of the curtain across him, that glowed yellow. Peter 'hid' quiet below the bed, watching both his stalker and the yellow light, that 'rose' behind the curtain.

Behold, he then saw his sleeping 'blind' classmate – JANE WILSON, FLOATING towards the ceiling. Her skin glowed yellow in her hospital gown, with her hanging-down 3 blonde, dreadlocked hair, which glimmered goldenly.

Jane's head and limbs, hung low from her body, as she rose above, like a bright, curled-down-pointing star. The-out-of-the-ordinary 'sight' was too much to bear, for the scared Peter he cried out, covering his eyes from the bright light, in the darkened room, with his only arm.

"Mom!"

Ms King looked at him, hiding from view, below his bed. Her eyes glowed green, like a 'dog' at night.

"Peter, don't be afraid."

The terrified Peter screamed even louder in terror. A doctor and a male-nurse came running, switching on the ward-room lights. They found Peter on the floor, faced down.

Peter looked up, to find Jane 'sleeping' on her bed as per normal, and the green-eyed creature 'gone,' that quick moment.

"Where she go? Mom! Where are you?" He hollered in frantic.

The doctor came up to him. "Calm down, Peter."

"Where is my mother? I 'want' my mother!"

The male-nurse stood the one-armed boy up. The doctor spoke again...

"Your mother left around 10 pm. But she was here the entire time since you had been admitted here, this afternoon...

"... your brother Paul is sleeping beside you here – yea, he got to 'speak' to your mother just now. Just-go on back sleep, Peter... she will come, and 'see' you in the morning."

Peter pointed to Jane's bed...

"'Why' is she glowing? Poe too, 'why' is he was glowing blue and – and Janey floated too."

The doctor saw the babbling boy and, looked over his shoulder at the 'sleeping' blind girl, on her bed.

"What are you talking about? 'Who' is glowing and floating around here?"

Peter got aggressive and shouted back...

"You kidding me? What you 'mean' you can't see her glow up!!? That alien creature was here too! That creature, that Ms King – 'where' is she?"

The doctor pacified him. "Calm down, Peter. You all have 'been' struck by lightning – your body is 'still' in shock... now let-me 'get' you to sleep."

The doctor nodded to the male-nurse, who stood behind Peter. The man jabbed the one one-armed boy with a syringe. Wide-eyed, Peter swung his phantom-limb, in reflex – only to realize that he has 'only' one arm.

He was ranting out MORE-ACCUSES... exclaiming aloud, after the injection...

"Oh no, you 'all' are in this too! You are working... for that green-eyed creature, aren't you? Who sent you all, to hunt me? Is it Principle Harris...? He controls the teachers... in school, to brainwash me! She – that alien Ms King, has also mind-washed... my mother, to punish me too!"

The babbling Peter-then collapsed back, falling into the male nurse's arms, sedated. They put him back on the bed.

Peter fought hard to keep his eyes open. His eyes rolled 'over' to see Jane still glowing yellow, while Paul 'was' blue – before the smiling doctor, drew and closed the curtains.

"Night-night, Peter."

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HE WOKE UP AGAIN, still confused about 'not' knowing if he was dreaming, or in the reality, as he was – still sleeping in a bed, that was 'not' his. Standing 'again' in his knees, and drew the curtain, in the slightly brightened room...

Jane Wilson's bed was 'empty.'

Peter recognized the snores, behind the other curtain on his left – 'only' Paul, snored like a cooing pigeon.

"Poe! Poe, wake up!"

"Shut up, go back... to sleep... will you...?"

The snorting and weary voice replied-over. Peter jumped-out from the bed, went to the window, and pulled the blind – the bright, 9 am sunshine came in, that Friday morning.

"Poe, Janey is 'gone' – Ms King and the doctor, 'took' her!"

"Yea, she has gone this morning, alright. HER PARENTS TOOK her home."

"How you know? Did you see? She may be abducted!"

"No, I did 'not' see. My curtain was closed. I only 'heard' her father and mother talking to her." But Peter cut in, saying aloud...

"Jane Wilson FLOATED TO THE CEILING, last night – 'how' was that possible!!?"

"Shut up, PeterI want to sleep." The voice sighed.

Peter went over and drew the curtain that enclosed Paul. They 'both' screamed looking at each other – with their skins glowing in 'both' shades of turquoise and crimson.

"See! You are glowing 'too,' Poe!"

"I'm blue! Back in the dairy-farm, your eyes shone 'red' – NOW THIS? What 'did' you do to me...?"

"I did 'not' do anything! It's that Ms King – she did 'this' to us!"

Hearing loud voices, a male doctor and a female nurse... came in fast. Peter backed and RECOGNIZED THE SAME-doctor.

"So, you again! You are 'not' going to stick a needle in me, this time."

The agitated Peter spoke, finding for something around, to be a 'weapon' to fight back. The doctor smiled, and walked to Paul's bed, greeting them in politeness...

"G' day, Peter and Paul – how are you 'both' this morning?"

He went on his regular routine, by taking a small pen-torch, and shone into both of Paul's eyes.

Peter shouted. "Enough of the bloody pretending – 'WHERE' IS MY MOTHER? Jane Wilson's parents came, I heard – now, where is my 'mother,' as you promised...? Either you have abducted her too, or she is one 'Mom,' who doesn't bloody care about her handicap son – and, she also abandoned us both in 'this' hospital, to 'be' experimented."

The doctor smiled. "Your mother is 'here,' Peter – she is signing the release-papers out-there. You 'both' are discharging today."

Inspector Caroline Walker appeared, striding into the ward, dressed up in casual wear. Peter cried out to her...

"Mom! I'm glad you are here. I want to REPORT A CRIME – they forcefully stuck a needle in my arm. Mom, 'this' hospital is conducting some form illegal experiments, where Jane last night glowed yellow-gold – and then, she floated up to the ceiling. See here-my-arm, whatever they jabbed into my arm – see here-my-face, I am also glowing too – 'look' at me!"

The Inspector saw the doctor – the both of them, looked 'hard' at Peter, pleading before them. His mother turned back, to the doctor saying.

"Do you think he should stay back, another DAY FOR OBSERVATION, Dr Watts?"

"Looks like it."

Paul Wilson was quiet in his bed, and 'reading' everyone-there – but noticing the 'abnormality' all the 3 OF THE ADULTS... WHO COULD 'NOT' SEE – the 'both' of them glowing...

... in shades of red and blue.

'Not' even HIS POLICE-MOM, who 'would' have noticed, by now...

... Peter was appalled... and he argued, pointing to Paul in bed...

"Don't tell me, you can't 'see' your-Paul glowing too, Mom!?"

His embarrassed mother smiled at the doctor...

"Peter here 'has' an active mind. I think it is too much of Netflix TV and comic-books – instead of his studies in school." Paul heard, and he too smiled...

"They'd brainwashed Mom too! Poe, 'you' tell her yourself – AM I GLOWING, right?"

Paul turned to his mother. "Mom, can we go home? And, can we 'leave' this basket-case behind here?"

Peter was baffled. "What Poe... they got to you 'too?'"

... Paul lashed back...

"Hey, you are the 'one' who was acting crazy-crack-a-shit, running around in the 'field' yesterday. They should LOCK YOU UP HERE, in the mental-ward."

Peter was furious and came forward to hit Paul, and the frightened nurse backed. Inspector-mother intervened, and pushed the one-armed Peter away, by shoving his chest.

"Stop it! Hey, you 2 here, don't waste the good doctor's time! Now, WHICH 'ONE' OF YOU is coming home?"

Peter immediately replied. "I want to go home now!"

Dr Watts said. "Are you 'sure' about this, Inspector?"

The mother smiled, in more embarrassment...

"Yes doc, that's my Peter – always, MAKING UP 'NONSENSE' to get attention, that he so hard-up for."

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THAT SAME FRIDAY MORNING, at Wilson's residences – Jane wore a beanie cap, and she sat on the elegant and cosy couch, but feeling very 'down' – with the fact, that her SIMY interactive-tech was 'totally' destroyed, at the terrifying incident in the dairy-farm.

Her tears flowed, thinking about losing SIMY.

Her adopted Black, baby-stepbrother, Samuel – was also snuggling, with his blind-sister in the couch.

The faithful, big, guide dog was lying below, its furry jaw resting on his Master's feet, whining softly. Both the baby brother and the grey dog were 'sad' too – even, the baby Samuel was mimicking the face of his sister... and 'her' sadness made him tear-up.

Jane recalled getting A PHONE CALL from her Uncle Jack Turner... the moment she got home from the hospital... Jane cried to him 'saying' that her SIMY WAS DAMAGED, in the electrical thunderstorm. Her anxious Uncle Jack was totally-comforting, after finding his favourite niece to be alive and well, 'AFTER' SURVIVING, being struck by lightning.

The guilty, blind-girl owned up – and she made multiple apologies to her uncle... and took the entire 'blame' for her lack of responsibility for the damage of his million USD invention AI prototype.

Her Uncle Jack then PROMISED A 'NEW' SIMY model, would be sent soon, in a box delivered to her – which in return, Jane have to 'RETRAIN' IT AGAIN, to be as proficient, and – efficient as her former SIMY.

But Jane missed her former, personalized SIMY, a lot.

... Jane hugged her baby brother tight, and they both cried-more. Jane remembered again of the car ride, when her parents brought her 'back' home, from the hospital earlier...

-O-

... her father was driving his Mercedes Benz, and her mother sat sagging at the backseat and was holding her tight... her baby-brother was asleep, in the child-seat...

Jane cried, all the way back home – when she was questioned...

Her mother had asked...

"' Why' did you run over in the open field? You almost got yourself killed."

... Jane was baffled, then responded. "I don't know, Peter and Paul were in danger, Mummy – and I went to 'help' them."

"No Jane, you should go to some GROWNUPS FOR HELP – and 'not' risking by putting yourself in danger. You are MY 'ONLY' DAUGHTER, and you almost-died out there!"

"But Mom, I am BLIND, B-GIRL – I don't 'know' or care what danger is. If someone whom I love-and-care for, IS IN DANGER, I will go forward to help – be it you my mother, father, my brother, and even my dog – I will 'still' go on out to save you all, whenever I can – THAT WAS 'WHY' – I ran out yesterday..."

But her mother was firm. "Sometimes I simply can't understand 'you' – and your STUPID, BLIND-LOGICS. Did that AI headphones force you to do it?"

Jane shook her weepy head...

"No-Mummy, SIMY 'stopped' me – BUT I WENT ON anyway."

"But from now onwards, promise me and your father – that you will 'not' run into danger-blindly, and instead get help elsewhere!"

Jane cried...

"I will, Mommy – yes, because I 'screwed' it all up, I had challenged 'her' always, and I'm THE REASON WHY MY-poor SIMY 'died' yesterday – now, I have 'gone' back being a B-girl."

-O-

... on the couch, Jane wept more, holding on to her sobbing Black brother. The clever-big dog went to the coffee table and bit on a Kleenex box, brought it over to the baby boy... who took a tissue and wiped his blind sister's tears.

It made Jane wail out – and the siblings cried more.

At noon, the doorbell rang...

The nanny Lola Flores, came out from the kitchen, to answer the door.

The visitors were Alicia Wong and her elder-cousin sister Lily Wang, who drove her there. Dr Shelley Wilson came downstairs, greeting them. When Jane heard Alicia's voice – the blind girl called for her.

"Ali...?"

Alicia ran into her arms, both the best-friends hugged and wept. Alicia was loud...

"I thought you are going to die when you ran out in the field. I saw the lightings striking all over, and I WAS FROZE-SCARED – I'm 'sorry' Janey, I abandoned you when you needed me most!"

"No, Ali, it is all my stupid-fault – it's you and SIMY who told ME, 'DON'T GO,' but I went anyway – I was stupid-stupid... and now SIMY is gone – 'SHE' IS NOW DEAD – and it is all my fault!"

She wailed out...

The Black baby-boy who was seated on his baby stool after his lunch, also howled aloud in tears, before he vomited. Everyone's attention was on baby Samuel, with Lola tending back to him – and her mother shouted back.

"Enough of this Jane, your 'crying' is upsetting Samuel – take Alicia, and go up to your room now!"

Alicia took Jane upstairs, and Piper followed.

Lily Wang who previously worked as a nurse at Dr Wilson's clinic... was concerned about the baby boy...

"Has he been sick?"

Jane's mother replied to her. "No-he is a sensitive boy. Samuel is very close with his sister, and she takes good care of him too – but by now, seeing Jane who-is so 'DOWN' AND OUT-crying, is too distressing for him."

-O-

Upstairs, the sobbing girls entered – and both slept with each other on the bed. In Jane's bare and minimal-room, with a Daredevil poster pinned. Jane removed her beanie cap. Alicia noticed the small-scar on her upper forehead. Piper lying on the carpeted floor also looked over at the welt...

"Did it burn...? Was it painful?"

"I don't know, in fact, I felt freezing-cold in the rain, when the lightning struck me, especially my 'head.' I think I PASSED OUT BY THEN – I don't remember anything after that." Alicia used the tip of her finger to gently touch the scar.

"Does it hurt? It left a small, diamond-shaped scar on your forehead."

"No-Ali, but it feels bit-sore – and I get also this AFTERTASTE, IN MY THROAT... like I ate cool mint drops."

Alicia hugged her and kissed her cheek...

"I'm so glad you are safe, and okay now. Hey, guess what, I came here-back from the hospital, with Lily just now – the nurse at the desk, said you were discharged and gone home. I then went to see our Methodist-Church van driver Mr Hart, my 'HERO' THAT DAY – he's fine too but, with a broken arm...

"... then at the hospital lobby, I MET PAUL – and his mother was pushing him on a wheelchair."

"You met the-2 boys? How are Peter and Paul?" Blind-Jane now grinned and she liked hearing stories of the boys – ESPECIALLY OF PETER WALKER.

Alicia replied. "Paul was quiet – but Peter was acting his 'usual' crazy when he saw me."

"Crazy-how...?"

Alicia laughed. "Level 8 crazy – 'not' a 10 – that's when he 'hits' people."

Jane grew curious. "What did he do...?"

The Chinese girl giggled...

"He asked me if he's glowing 'red' – and if Paul glowing blue... and I don't know what to 'answer,' with his mother the-inspector looking on... so I said, 'yeah Peter, you are in the pink of health.'"

They both laughed, but Jane was 'more' curious, and said...

"Those are colours – 'WHY' RED AND BLUE?"

"I don't know, he is crazy, right? He even said 'you' glowed-yellow – and can even float from the hospital bed."

Alicia now laughed alone. Jane thought a bit, before replying her...

"I'm blind – and I don't know much of the CONTEXT OF COLORS. You see me as White-girl, but I 'see' my world in-black." Jane got up and sat, she held Alicia's palm tight. Even her stretch-out, the big dog sat upright, listening.

"Alicia, can YOU KEEP A 'SECRET...?' Something strange happened to me this morning?" Alicia too sat up, wide-eyed. "Janey, what happened...?"

Jane told her – that before she discharged from the ward, she looked at the sleeping boys on their beds, and she got 'dizzy' – with SOME FLASHES OF SHADES – in her 'black.'

"Did you tell your mother about the dizziness – she's a doctor?"

But Jane shook her head...

"No, why should I? Those specialists in the hospital SAID THAT I'M 'FINE.' But I feel different 'now,' listen, Ali, if I put my palms closer to my face – I feel dizzy, and that minty aftertaste in my mouth."

Alicia got more worried...

"Seriously, you should tell your Mom, Janey!"

The blind girl said. "No!"

She kept saying her parents WERE OVER-PROTECTIVE – and won't let her go anywhere and would keep her at home the entire school holiday – Jane still wanted to still go out and do the 'fun' things – that both the best-friends had planned before.

But Jane too was 'not' sure. "Maybe it will wear off in a day or 2 – but I am very 'curious' – that Peter said he was 'red,' Paul 'blue,' and I glowed 'yellow.'" But Alicia nudged her.

"Why you go ANALYZING, 'WHAT' that crazy-idiot said?"

"It's because I don't know what are colours. 'What' is yellow, Alicia?"

Jane scanned her head-turned to fan the room as if she was 'still' wearing her AI-glasses. She then spoke in an urgent tone...

"Come put-me to test, Ali – show me an 'object' that is yellow – without making a hint, and me, touching it!"

Alicia looked around the room that was minimal and could 'not' decide – what to DEMONSTRATE TO HER curious, blind friend. She then reached deep into her jeans-pocket and took out her keychain, with a toy-figurine.

"Here."

Jane instructed. "Now you guide my hand to it, and don't let me touch it." Alicia did that, and Jane put her 'scared' forehead... closer to the keychain on Alicia's palm.

… Piper whined when seeing the abnormalities in its master, who then spoke…

"It is square... and has a funny face – it's your keys."

Alicia hugged her, excited and kissed both her cheeks of the completely-blind-girl...

"Oh my God, Janey – you guessed it right... it's my SPONGE BOB KEYCHAIN – Janey, you can 'see!'"

"' Not' really see-see – but I can now-see BRIGHT-SHADES THAT MAKES SHADOWS – and I 'can' make out certain objects, guessed it 'right' when I'm 'really' up-close."

"But, that's 'really-good' news – you didn't have this ability before."

The blind girl nodded. "If I'm yellow – I 'want' to know WHAT IS RED AND WHAT IS BLUE, in both of those boys – Alicia, can you take me to their place tomorrow."

"Anything-for-you, girlfriend."

"But first, we need to inform about this to Uncle Jack."

They switched on Skype – both girls took turns and gave an incident-reports of their recalled accounts – of 'what' that happened in the field of the dairy farm, during the disastrous thunderstorm – in-which, they had survived yesterday...

... Jane DID 'NOT' MENTION that she could now see 'shadows' to her uncle – until she had learned 'more' about it... after visiting the Walker-twins.

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ON THE DRIVE HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL, Paul sat in front, beside his driving mother. Peter in the backseat, shouted in despair...

"Why don't you believe me? Ms King WAS HUNTING ME IN SCHOOL because she wanted my lucky-charm. She even 'followed' me to that Treeton farm – and, THAT'S WHY I ran again!"

His stern mother looked in the car's RVM – and questioned him-back...

"' Where' is this lucky charm then? And, 'who' gave it to you, in the first place?"

"Some 'guy,' gave it to me at the clay-court, way some time back... but that-woman Ms King wants to take it for her 'own' – that's 'why' I had to run away from her, and then the storm came in Treeton, with all that terrifying bolts of lightning... and ALL HAPPENING THERE. ... while running for my life, I panicked and I lost that amulet in the field – but Mom – if you cordon that area, and use the canine unit to comb, in the farm – then, YOU MIGHT FIND the talisman, in the mud, somewhere – and you then will 'believe' that I am TELLING THE TRUTH!"

"Don't bloody-tell me how-to-do my job!" Inspector-mother snapped back.

She continued to grill him...

"You can't produce single evidence of this so-called lucky charm HAD-EVEN EXISTED, and you expect me to believe you? You can't bloody well-know the 'difference' between the real-facts and reality from your Netflix fiction-bullshit – and you want ME TO BELIEVE YOU? You even said earlier that Ms King's alien-eyes glowed 'green' – and expect me to believe that too?"

The ireful one-armed boy KICKED THE DRIVER'S SEAT while shouting back...

"That's 'what' happened, WHY WON'T YOU, believe me, Mom!!? That's what happened to me! I'm THE 'VICTIM' HERE, and yet, you bloody-grill me like a low-life criminal!!"

Paul yelled out...

"Hey, Peter! Stop kicking the seat, and distracting Mom's diving 'too' – and I don't want 'her' to be dead like Dad, okay!!?"

Peter froze that moment – REALIZING UNKNOWINGLY, he had lashed out by kicking, in his tantrums.

The inspector-mother spoke up again...

"What victim, are you talking about? You 'are' one, who ran like a lunatic-wayward in that field... and 'everyone' who chased after you, are hurt too! They are the ones, who are the 'real' victims – resulting from your delinquent behaviour!"

Inspector Caroline Walker looked, into her Audi's RVM-again...

"Now, look here, Peter – I've lost every ounce of my patience with 'you' – If your school can't discipline you, THEN I'LL DO IT MYSELF, from 'now' on – and, it all starts the moment we get home...!"

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INSPECTOR WALKER EMPTIED A THICK, HOSPITAL'S plastic bag with the twin-tweens' personal belongings on the kitchen counter. Paul picked his wallet, house key-chain, and iPhone. Peter came forward, but 'only' got his wallet...

... inspector-mother had confiscated his keys and cellphone.

"Mom, what about my 'other' stuff?"

"You follow me now..."

The one-armed son stood-still, saw his mother going upstairs, with both-of his belongings. He heard a rattling sound in his bedroom door's keyhole – Peter rushed up the stairs...

"Why are you going to my room? Some 'privacy' here, Mom."

He got no reply – then, the mother looked at him coldly, and she handed Peter his cellphone.

"Unlock it... what is your password...?"

"Why are you checking my phone too...? I've done 'nothing' wrong-here!" Peter protested.

"Technically, if you're still living under my roof, and 'anything' I buy for you, is still 'mine.' Do it, now – unlock it!"

... in tears, he replied...

"It is 'NOT' FAIR – Dad built this house... and it 'my' house too. Dad won't do 'this' to me if he was alive!"

"Shut up! Don't talk about 'your' father to me! What are you hiding? Are you surfing porn, on the phone?"

"No Mom, I won't do that – I'm Catholic!"

Peter held his mother's hand going for the doorknob.

"Come on Mom, DON'T 'GO' in there."

"What are you hiding in there? Drugs?"

"Strewth! Mom, why you-keep treating me, like a bloody-criminal?"

"Because you will be heading towards 'that' very-path, someday."

The door swung open – to the unwelcoming the sight – of cluttered with junk... in cardboard-boxes, messy clothing scattered about on the floor.

"What is this? Oh-my-Lord – you even have a stacked pile of old newspapers, and rest of all-these junks! So, you had been living under 'my' roof, hoarding-junk like a homeless."

"Not homeless, I'M A 'COLLECTOR!' Go look at the dates on those newspapers, Mom... it is printed in the last-day of 1999 – that is the past millennium, and that's gonna be 20 years from now on. And, I bought that, from a guy for peanuts – guess, what it would be 'worth' in eBay in years to come – even today, each newspaper has an estimate-worth of $100 each!"

"You are 12 – and you are trading-online!!? Isn't there an age limit for that – like legally 18 – to be an eBay seller? Hey! Did you create a fake-account?"

... Peter was tongue-tied.

"But Mom..."

"No! all THESE HAVE TO GO! You go box-it all up, and you store it in the garage. Do it now! This room should be spic-and-span when I do 'another' inspection later."

"Its value is worth-a-lot, to be stashed in the garage. It is 'NOT' SAFE OVER THERE because it is not insured."

Caroline shouted...

"No... your junk in here is a fire hazard!"

"How could that be? I'm an athlete... I don't smoke."

"Shut-up Peter... and don't 'argue' with me!"

Caroline scrolled his cellphone...

"Hey, are YOU 'THAT' POPULAR – why do you have over 240 contacts on your phone? Are they friends, from school?"

Inspector-mother placed the screen of his iPhone in front of his face...

"I have 'no' friends, now! Those are my 'fans' back then, and also some merchant dealers, who all had root for me when I was playing tennis... on my YouTube channel, back then. Nowadays, 'no' one contacts me, ever since this..."

Peter SHOWED HER, extending his stump arm.

But, after so-many-of-his-dramas, his inspector-mother was 'not' sympathetic – and kept swiping his iPhone. She then screeched out...

"Now 'what' are these!!? Online illegal gambling websites! Peter, have you been chalking-up debts... that I don't know of? You ARE STILL A 'MINOR,' but yet-you have been accessing these websites, behind my-back!"

"No, Mom – I swear, I don't 'owe' money to anyone."

"You are turning like the dirty-liar – AS YOUR 'FATHER' was."

"Hey, don't talk like that, about my Dad!"

"Chip from the old bloody-block, you are turning out to be – gambling behind my-back, like your father... and the amount of 'DEBT' HE LEFT US – which I'm still paying-off monthly till today, and another 4 damn-bloody more years to go – on top with the mortgage of this bloody house... soon, we may have to 'sell' this bloody-house... to live in a smaller house elsewhere."

"You CAN'T SELL THIS HOUSE – 'Dad' built it for us!"

"What can you do 'about' it? You are his uneducated-Bludger-of-a-son, who will 'soon' be unemployed, and be homeless. What 'debt' can you pay, to keep your-damn father's house!!?"

The inspector-mother then left Peter in those thoughts.