ALICIA WONG CALLED JANE'S NEW CELLPHONE, that Wednesday afternoon. Alicia was driven in an Uber ride from Chinatown, on the way to pick-up the blind girl, to visit Piper again at the vet-clinic.

Her Chinese-uncle-driver stopped his car, in front of the Wilson residence and Alicia got down, to guide the blind girl into the Subaru Forrester. Alicia gave the final destination, in Chinese Hokkien to her uncle.

"Ali, I think I'm IN 'TROUBLE,' when my Mom returns from the clinic later." The blind girl told in a straight-face... before she giggled and blushed...

... Alicia went, "What the...?"

Jane excitedly narrated of Peter Walkers' surprise visit to her bedroom, earlier that morning – and she FOLLOWED HIM ON his bike, and he taught her 'how' to skateboard. The blind-girl wished that Alicia 'was' there... to see her successful 'jump' that she did on the board...

... Alicia was 'NOT' PARTICULARLY FOND of Peter Walker... but... listened attentively of Jane's reckless behaviour with her 'boyfriend' – Alicia 'recalled' back to the clandestine meeting 'ALONE,' BEHIND Jane's back, with Ms King – who FOREWARNED HER OF...

... the in-love-Jane's irrational behaviour.

Jane showed the selfie, that Peter took of both of them, in motion – and she 'made' Alicia to describe, 'WHAT' WAS on the photo, in detail. The blind girl was full of praises of the rubicund Peter, and she repeating the jokes he made... and was laughing to herself.

The social media especially Facebook, was already 'talking' about Jane, with her panther attack and her hero-dog. In that, 'SOME' of the FB NEGATIVE comments, that Alicia Wong read was concerning, a blind girl... who had wandered in the night, to SEE HER 'BOYFRIEND' – which 'blamed' her for the hero dog's injuries.

"Everything was so rosy, till we stopped over to eat Tacos."

"What happened?"

"He BECAME PARANOID, and thinks there is a conspiracy theory that everyone, is out to get himlike his twin, will tell-on him... and his mother will arrest him... and he will go to prison... and all-and-all."

Jane rather 'not' share – THE GUILTY-ANGLE, of his father's death in the car accident – coz', that was 'personal' to Peter Walker.

... Alicia giggled. "What you expect, from an egomaniac?"

Jane after a thought. "He is also dilutional too – and I see his 'glowing' spiking up the dark, WHENEVER HE 'REACTS' with negative emotions." She paused, into more thoughts.

"He is also blaming it all on 'Ms. King' – with her using some phoney 3D-technology, to deceive us with SeeIn."

"Wow! Is 'THAT' A POSSIBILITY, Janey?"

Alicia too 'saw' that oddity now... after being EXPOSED TO THE AI WORLD – with the 'now,' broken-and-scrapped SIMY.

"' No' Ali... that Sunday, in the group therapy in Peter's house... I 'cannot' see SeeIn, so I followed the voice."

... but Alicia-too 'saw' that green, tall figure, faceless-monk in an energy form. So, Alicia played along... flashing a nervous grin, by biting all her teeth.

"Okay ... that's weird ..."

But Alicia too heard that Jane, Peter and Paul GLOWED IN DIFFERENT colours. And, according to Ms King, they were afflicted by the Curse of Asmodeus – and, their glowing CAN'T BE DETECTED by normal-people's eyes...

... Alicia then heard – Jane speak again. "Peter should stop playing the blame-game – and take responsibility for his delusional outcome of negative energy, which according to SeeIn – it feeds BlackStar to grow bigger, with all of its all-destruction."

Alicia was glad, that Jane was 'still' rational when she said that.

"So? What now, Janey?"

"I don't know – since now, it's still the school break. And, Peter is grounded, it seems ... he is going to be locked-up, alone in his bedroom, in his father's house... brooding in all with negativity – and, Paul is there too, downstairs at that same house."

At the backseat of the Uber, Jane held onto Alicia's palm and said...

"We need to separate them – YOU GO-OUT 'WITH' PAUL... and I will manage Peter... 'can' you do that for me, Alicia?"

"Yeah, sure..."

Alicia agreed – as it was a similar plan of a strategy, that Ms King too suggested, in their secret meeting, behind Jane's back. Alicia too had promised to help Paul's grades, next term, by promising him that he will be the Top-5 in class.

But she was 'not' sure if the blind girl could manage the one-armed rebel – and-Alicia could already feel that she was losing her best friend, into the dark-side.

The car stopped at their final destination the vet-clinic.

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HE WALKED INTO HIS FATHER'S HOUSE, 2 hours later... and went into the kitchen. His cunning-plotting twin was 'not' there... probably taking his nap in his bedroom.

A large pizza box was on the kitchen counter-top, he opened the box that was clean without marker-pen scribbling – there was the regular 4 slices of pie – 'no' generosity offered, unlike yesterday...

... Peter wasn't exactly hungry after the tacos... he put the pizza box in the refrigerator and went up to his room.

He was still in a euphoric state, in-all vibrating in positive energy, raptured with top of the world feelings for being in love for the first time, in his tween-age life, with his 'only' trusted-friend in the whole wide world Jane Wilson...

... his blind classmate, who had been a 'stranger,' in his life all along – although they had been in the same class for 2 years, ever since Jane came from her previous blind school.

He can see himself glowing in bright good-red, feeling unstoppable and unbeatable.

He was laughing uncontrollably, thinking of the promise, that he was to coach Jane in tennis and, get finally his unmotivated lazy-ass moving, after being idle, for almost a week, during their mid-term holidays.

The one-armed tween was jumping and bouncing on his bed, like the 7th heaven, love-ecstasy Tom Cruise – before he plopped on his-back to a nap...in a hot afternoon...

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BUT THE NIGHTMARES RETURNED but, it had a good-setup, in its dreamer's storytelling sequence – where it 'begun,' by him... befriended evil...

... Peter felt the cold wind beating hard, as he stood, on the rooftop of the Blake Tower –the tallest building in Perth. He was shielding himself for warmth, but was bloody-unsuccessfully, with one arm. He wished he had 'not' lost his arm, and would have rubbed, his palms together for warmth.

Peter looked above in the dark-skies, with red-lightnings – brightening in blood crimson, in streaks of cobwebbed black-clouds.

Peter looked beyond – SOMETHINGS WITH WINGS was drawing closer towards him, fast. He froze on the spot...

... and, lo' and behold, he spotted 2 DRAGONS FLYING, and coming up...

Don't get him wrong, Peter loved dragons, like the Netflix's GAME OF THRONES, watching its aerial fiery-attacks of the enemy below, were fun to watch.

The ones here were 'not' gigantic, but with a bodily size of large horses. But still, he freaked out, after seeing the dragons with horned bulls' head-faces – one of it flapped around on the rooftop, terrifying him and he shielded himself, with one arm.

I come in peace, Demon Boy!"

The bullhead's loud moos were ear-piercing – a black panther that rode on the back of the bull-dragon leapt on the rooftop the wild cat morphed, into the dreadlock-haired Nigerian...

... whom he had the acquaintance that began 'once' before in the tennis clay court, who goes by the name of Hajji.

"What are these...?"

... Peter exclaimed. The Black man laughed...

"These are buffaloes of Hell."

The 2nd bull-dragon then landed on the rooftop... Peter backed away.

"... be not afraid, son of Suleiman! Let's go for a ride – come, Mount on it."

Peter saw bull-dragon had a saddle to sit, on its back. The tween was full-caution when he got up on it. He gave a high yelp when it flapped its spanned-wings for a takeoff...

...Peter grabbed the rein and took control of the beast. It was a fearful experience when the bull-dragon flew and circled twice above the rooftop.

He could hear the laughter of the Black man from below, and before long before the third circle, Peter was now thrilled by the aerial ride – that he was now, shouting along. "Hee-Hah!"

Like a rollercoaster ride, the creature then swooped in a drop. The one-armed Peter's heart-came-close to his Adam's apple, as he hollered dreadful curses. The bullhead's mouth then gapped, and spitting a streak of hell brimmed flames it flew spiral around the building, torching the glass panels, like a flamethrower.

The terrified one-armed Peter, let go of the rein... and he fell back off, from the winged beast's mighty entrust, plummeting below, with into his free-fall death... screaming...

... he hollered the Lord's Name, with eyes wide-open, on his bed – but his senses had 'not' kicked in yet... still onto trepidation mode. Slowly he was breathing-easy, cursing under his breath – now that... he was getting equally terrifying nightmares, in his afternoon naps.

His cellphone rang at that moment – his heart skipped a beat, that it was HIS GIRLFRIEND Jane Wilson.

"Hey-Champ, what's up?"

That was the loveliest and the sweetest voice, in the whole wide world, for him as a release. She was the 'perfect' snake-charmer... to his raging emotions...

... Jane informed him, that she had to take a rain-check to their tennis practice tomorrow morning... because they were having some visitors 'coming' over – and Jane was to help her mother shopping. So, was the next day, Friday – when the Wilsons were having visitors over for dinner...

... 2 days of 'not' seeing his blind girlfriend, at that very moment – was tormenting enough.

By 'not' showing his desperation, in his voice... he joked around, to make her giggle, with sweet-nothings... and 'that' made Jane Wilson interested, to stay on the line, for the next 20 minutes. Until she had to end the call because her mother was calling her down, for dinner...

... even then, he stalled her by asking what's cooking. She replied her housemaid prepared some pasta Bolognese before she said goodbye and hung up. Now, his 'stomach' rumbled – and craving for a meat sauce Bolognese, for his takeout dinner...

... Peter rushed out of his room after looking at his watch, tied to his single-wrist. He wanted to eat 'spag-bog,' like Janey... for his dinner tonight...

... and had to 'stop' Paul from ordering another pizza – he was kind-of-sick eating pizzas.

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PETER SHOUTED HIS LUNGS OUT... in frustration that Thursday morning – after another tormenting wake-up, in nightmare episodes...

... that had to stop, BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW. He had been losing his good-sleep, for a week, ever since after the Treeton farm thunderstorm incident. But he still REFUSED TO BELIEVE that-he was 'curse'...

... and he wanted to buy a single glove... like MJ, to HIDE THE SCAR on his palm – when Janey and Paul had pointed at his scar, quite-too often...

He also knew that his lacking of a sound sleep was AFFECTING HIS MOODS in the morning. For the first hour in every single morning since, he was always dazed with mixed-emotions that left him unmotivated, to even go for his self-tennis practices. So, he decided, even if Jane would 'not' be around to accompany him, to the school's court – he should take the INITIATIVE TO GO there, by himself.

But first, he needed a perk-up – he eyed for the energy drink Red Bull, at arm's reach. He packed up his training gear, locked his room, and decided to cycle to school...

... he went downstairs, following the SOUND OF THE NEWS ON TV, which was always John Blake the local politician – that he hated, as they were a bunch of adult con-men to him.

Peter threw the bag-pack with his racquets, on the couch, he headed to the kitchen. Paul was wheelchaired at the kitchen counter, glowing pleasantly in blue. He was playing NOVA 3, having black coffee and eating yesterday's leftover chilled pizza, straight from the fridge. He looked up, at his one-armed twin opening the fridge door, and reached out for a can of coke.

"Hey Pete, guess what?"

"What!!"

... Peter snapped. He placed the can on the kitchen counter, used his fingernail, to crack open the tab ring.

"Oh yea, Mom told we are all, INVITED BY JANE'S MOM – TO HAVE DINNER, on Friday night at the Wilsons."

Peter gulped the soda, trying to put 2 and 2 together Jane had called him, the previous Wednesday evening, and told him that the Wilsons, were having VISITORS FOR DINNER – but, the blind girl did 'not' mention that the visitors were them-the-Walkers...

'... maybe-Jane-doesn't-know...'

There was another conspiracy happening behind his back, by the adults – 'how' did his mom knew Jane's mom unless there was a 3RDPLAYER INVOLVED and his guess was – that con-woman Ms King.

He looked up distracted by both – the TV screen and Paul's inaudible conversation 'buzzing' – but, the VISUALS OMENS WERE PROMINENT in the TV news, of a huge fire razing the highest building in his city, Perth...

... on the ground, fire-fighters were deployed to fight the massive blaze. And, the captions read:

Blake Tower – 29 killed in the worst fire in Perth.

Peter felt the whole world, was closing in on him. He hurried and left the kitchen, with the annoying-Paul still calling on him...

"OII!! PETE...!"

"What!!?"

"You haven't eaten your pizza..."

"Who eats that shit, in the morning!!?"

He yelled out... and glowed deep crimson, as he then slammed the front door.