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03-20-2014, 08:38 AM

I stand here, my arms in shackles, unable to take my eyes off my son. He's all grown up in this time thread. Well, a teenager anyway.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hey Thaddeus?”

THADDEUS: “Yes, sir?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “How would you like to bust out of here?”

THADDEUS: “I don't think its possible, sir.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Quit calling me 'sir.' Just call me...

“Just call me Sebastian.”



I could have told him right there that I am his father. He's already confused. So, I decide rather than confuse the scared young man any more than he already is, it'd be better just to become his friend. I'll wait for the right time, then tell him who I really am, and who he really is and where both of us really belong.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Oh it's possible, son. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

THADDEUS: “How?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I liv... My father helped build the place.”



I have his interest.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You see that drain right there?”

THADDEUS: “Yeah.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Beneath the floor, lies a tunnel. The tunnel leads way out into an empty field in Old Saybrook.”

THADDEUS: “And you think you could get us out of these shackles?”



Actually that was a good question. And I wasn't really sure if I could or not. I look up at the shackles securing me to the wall of the cell. The chains were rusty and somewhat brittle. Still strong enough though, that my power wouldn't do much good. Yet, I try anyway. All at once, I struggle against the shackles and my daggers eject. I'd forgotten about them. When they eject, the sheer force of the impact snaps the chain link right where it meets the shackle on both arms.



THADDEUS: “Woah! What the hell are those?”



With my arms now freed, I look around the cell.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “A friend made these for me. They've gotten me out of a lot of jams over the years.”

THADDEUS: “You should introduce me to this friend.”



I remove the drain cover in the floor.



THADDEUS: “You getting me out of here or what?”



Somehow, I almost forgot. Meeting your teenage son when not long ago he was just three months old, kind of throws you for a loop. It makes you lose your senses a bit.

I slide the drain cover onto the stone floor.




SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Of course.”



With my arms free, I can easily help him out of his shackles. I use my sweet spring loaded daggers to bust through the locks on his shackles, freeing him completely. Thaddeus rubs his wrists. The shackles were tight on his wrists causing small cuts.



THADDEUS: “I need some of those knives you got.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Never mind that right now. Those guards may be back any minute. Get down in that drain.”



Thaddeus jumps down into the hole, I follow right behind him. I replace the drain cover quickly.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Follow me, and stay quiet.”



We begin to navigate the dark tunnels when it occurs to me, that maybe I can contact my boys from the past. I pull out the cell phone and shoot a text to Jacob.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Any chance u can make 2 more of these dagger things?”



Thaddeus seems very interested in the cell phone. Although I didn't notice it until after I replaced the phone in my pocket.



THADDEUS: “What is that thing?”



That's when it occurs to me, that not only is Thaddeus a teenager, but they may also not have cell phones in this time.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Another contraption made for me by my friend.”



I feel a slight buzz in my pocket. I wasn't sure it'd work, but apparently it does. I pull out the cell phone and sure enough, Jacob was able to respond.



JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “U broke them already?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “No. Thaddeus is a teenager and I found him in some trouble. Just remember, smaller wrists.”



Thaddeus is peeking over my shoulder again.



THADDEUS: “What does that thing do?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “It keeps me in constant communication with that friend I was telling you about.”



Jacob replies again.



JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Meet me in your bedroom in an hour.”



Again, the phone goes back in my pocket. I continue walking and realize Thaddeus isn't right behind me anymore. I stop and turn to face him. He stands, just staring at me.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What?”

THADDEUS: “Ummm... Are you...”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Am I what?”

THADDEUS: “Do you...”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Thaddeus! Just ask whatever it is you want to ask.”

THADDEUS: “Do you like boys?”



I tilt my head to the side in confusion. I then realize he'd read my last message about meeting in my bedroom.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “No, no, no. It's hard to explain. It's the only place we can meet in complete private. I'm having him make you some of these sweet spring loaded daggers.”

THADDEUS: “So, you don't like boys?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “No way. Wait! Do you?”



It's not that I'd care, you know. He's my son, I'd love him anyhow. However he is.



THADDEUS: “No way! I was going to tell you to go away if you did like boys. That's just sick.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Stay quiet. It's a tunnel. Voices will carry right back to where we came.”



Oh good, I might have blood related grandchildren one day.

We continue on through the seemingly never ending maze of tunnels. Every once in awhile, we get some outside light from various drain openings from above.




THADDEUS: “Sebastian, we've passed a dozen of these holes. Why can't we just climb out one of them.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Well, most of them are quite close to the King's castle. Up here on the right, is another length of tunnel. It's pretty much pitch black for miles. We have to take that tunnel in order to get as far away from the castle as possible. Before too long, the guards will be aware of our escape and they'll go on alert.”

THADDEUS: “So, the farther we are away, the less likely we'll be detected.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Exactly.”



He's not a stupid kid, that's for sure. A buzz from my pocket again.



JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Where are you?”



Shit, I almost forgot.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Thaddeus, I need you to understand something. What you're about to witness is going to cause a lot of questions from you. I want you to trust me. I'll give you the answers you seek as time passes.

“Will you trust me?”



Thaddeus stares at me, but hesitates.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What is it?”

THADDEUS: “Nothing. It's nothing. But something inside me tells me I should follow you. That I should trust what you tell me.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Good. Now stand right here. Say nothing. Go nowhere. I'll be back in a minute.”



I pull out my cell and load up the photo. Within a split second, I'm back in my bedroom. Jacob is standing there.



JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “So, what's it like there?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “It's strangely fascinating. When I got there, I discovered that the Compound is a castle. Some short, fat dude is the King. The way he looks kind of reminds me of George Wendt from Cheers. Thick New England accent, too.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “So you venture to another time, and where we are really is a kingdom, with a king.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I am a king.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Of course you are.”



Jake hands me the spring loaded dagger contraptions.



JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “What's he like?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Who?”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Thaddeus.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “It's strange. Very surreal. I look at my three month old son, but he's in his teens, not three months old. He doesn't know I'm his father, but he somehow knows he should trust me.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “How did you find him?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “That was just luck. We ended up doing time together.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Such a... heart warming story.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “We escaped.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “How?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “We're in the tunnels right now.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Using Jonathan's escape route?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yeah.”



Jonathan hands me a cape-like object and a suit of armor.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What the hell is this?”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “It's for Thaddeus. I figured he may need some kind of armor. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I got to go.”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Go. Just make sure you get him back here.”



For a second, I thought I saw a tear escape Jacob's eye. As result, I've come to the conclusion that a lot of people, other than just myself and Caitlyn, are worried about the young buck. Back through the vortex I go and into the tunnel.

When I get there, Thaddeus is nowhere to be found.




SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Thaddeus!”



No answer. I walk a little farther in the direction of the exit.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “THADDEUS!”



Then I hear him whisper.



THADDEUS: “What? Where the hell have you been?”



Thaddeus emerges from the shadows.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I thought I told you not to go anywhere!”

THADDEUS: “I had to hide. Someone was in here with us. Something, rather.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What do you mean?”



I put my arm around the boy as we head closer to the exit.



THADDEUS: “I thought I heard whispers. I heard a little splashing of water. So I ducked into the darkness. I found out just before you came back, that it was just a rat scampering around.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You hid in the darkness?”

THADDEUS: “I did.”



I can't help but smile. Like father, like son.

Up ahead, the bright sunshine flows in through our exit grate. Moments later, we're out in the empty field.




SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I brought these for you.”

THADDEUS: “What is it?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “That friend of mine, Jacob. He made you up a cape, some armor, and a small amount of armor.”



The boy smiles at the items I'm holding, then the smile fades.



THADDEUS: “No sweet daggers?”



I pull those out of my back pocket. His smile returns.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Here, put this on. Let's get a good look at you.”



The kid takes a few minutes to put everything on.



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SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hmmm.”

THADDEUS: “What?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “It's like looking at my own son.”

THADDEUS: “You have a son?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I do.”

THADDEUS: “Where is he?”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “He's gotten himself lost.”

THADDEUS: “Is that why you're here?”



I don't respond verbally. Instead, I just nod my head in agreement.



THADDEUS: “Maybe I could help you find him.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Maybe you could.”



We begin to walk toward the tree line.



THADDEUS: “I know my name is Thaddeus. I know I'm fifteen years old. Other than that, Sebastian. Everything is a blur. I don't know who my parents are, who my family is, where I'm from. None of that.

“Yet, somehow you seem so familiar to me.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Maybe we can help each other. You can help me find my son, and I'll help you find your family.”



The kid smiles as we fade to Darkness.
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