Flashback.
Three years ago.
Right. Said Chris. I think this will work. He opened the door to the apartment. Isaac and he walked inside. It was a large apartment. Two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom.
Thank you. Said Isaac. He was still holding the triskalian box with the nougitsune spirit inside.
I know a place where that'll be safe. said Chris. A prison near here specialising in the supernatural. Made purely of mountain ash. Wolfsbane around the perimeter, they say they can make sure that fly never leaves it's box again.
How? He asked. He had been utterly shell shocked since Allison died. He had barley registered anything these past two days since he left beacon hills, but the prospect of locking that thing away for ever was the first thing that had given him hope since her death. The general idea is to put it in the prison and throw away the key. Said Chris.
Wow. Not sophisticated but that could work. Said Isaac.
Now you should get settled in. You haven't slept since that night. Said Chris.
Nor have you. Stated Isaac
No, I guess not. Said Chris.
They both sat on the couch in silence.
The next morning Isaac woke still on the couch. He was amazed that he had slept for the first time in days and so judging by the snoring had Chris. Isaac got up and went to the kitchen. He had a glass of water and made toast. The first time he had done anything normal since leaving beacon hills. He ate and showered. Then came back to the lounge to find Chris awake. Wow. Said Chris. That looks different.
He was commenting on Isaacs wardrobe. He was wearing a leather jacket with a white T-shirt underneath. Along with silver sneakers a pair of frayed dark blue jeans and a silver and black studded belt.
Only one other thing you need to make it you. He got up and walked to the suitcases. He rummaged through his own and pulled out a box.
It's your birthday in a few weeks and Allison got you this. He handed Isaac the box that he opened it to find a new black scarf with silver patterns on it.
Isaac couldn't help it. He teared up and smiled woefully. He wrapped the scarf around his neck.
Thank you. He said.
She wanted you to have it. Said Chris.
It's beautiful. Said Isaac. His eyes still full of tears.
