Nothing to say, exept that I tried to make this chapter weird and raise some suspections over several points. I hope I succeeded. Enjoy.

A Dream

A long hallway, many doors. Kurtis tried each one of them but none had opened. The building looked familiar… He was there once, many years ago. Back in Salt Lake City. When mother died.

Kurtis was sitting in a cosy armchair and was wiggling with legs. He had been desperately bored and just kept examining the doctors that were running past him. With patients and without. Strangely enough, father still did not return from mama. One of the assistants had spotted a little boy with messy but short dark hair and big blue eyes. She smiled at him, took something from administrational bar and came closer.
"Hi. Why are you alone?"
Kurtis pulled lip. Father did not like him talking to strangers but the nurse was young and cute. And he was just too bored.
"My dad was called away by doctor."
"So you are waiting for your mother here?"
Kurtis shyly nodded.
"What is your name? Mine is Tracy. I work here."
"I am Kurtis. With a 'K'."
"Nice to meet you. Here, take a candy. I am sure your dad will be back with the great news soon."
Boy nodded and quickly grabbed the offered lollypop.
Father came back. Kurtis remembered jumping to him and asking what happened, being still young and inattentive, unable to see how pale Konstantin's face was.
A quiet sob, the prelude to the hysterical crying. A strong arm hugging him and allowing to cry in the shoulder. Just a little drama of many that took place there…

Kurtis felt two lonely tears rolling down his cheeks as he started to walk faster and faster, recognising every place in Saint Mark's Hospital when thirty years ago he lost his mother. Strange shadows were passing by… People! Those were shadows of people that once were here. What is this place? What is he doing here? A sudden breeze blew a little paper to his feet. Kurtis sat on one knee and carefully picked it up.

Marie Ozersky – Landri
Chamber 17ab
Second Floor

Like a wind Kurtis dashed upstairs. It cannot be for nothing! There is the purpose in all of this!

The door 17ab creaked as he entered. There, on the pillows lay his mother. In some mixture of fear and admiration he, step by step, came closer. Kurtis forgot how beautiful his mother was. Only now, from the height of his age, Trent could fully understand it. Long black hair was spread over the pillows and grey eyes were partly closed. He leaned on the bed and reached hand to stroke her forehead.

Kurtis did not expect that all of a sudden Marie would open eyes and with trembling hand grab his arm.
"Konstantin… Konstantin… Please! Do not let them steal our baby… Please do… not… let them steal our boy…"

"Boy? Who are you talking about?" squeezed Kurtis out, too shocked to imagine something smarter.
"Baby… in nursery… Please…" the scream turned to whisper and she fainted. Three hours later, without awaking, she died.

Kurtis, your mother… She died. And the little baby with her…

He smashed the door behind himself, knowing that it will not disturb mother anymore. Nursery had to be on the same floor. Kurtis almost bumped into the door. He ran in and froze. Only one crate was standing there.

Ozersky

But what mostly scared him was a figure standing near the cradle and bowing a bit, looking at the baby sleeping inside.
Tall man dressed in black, with black hair brushing his shoulders and piercing grey eyes which now looked amused and even scared.

"Why you mother fucking prick!!! Don't you dare to touch that child!!!" with that cry he rammed into the stranger.

A sudden pain.
The darkness.

A long hallway, many doors. Ian tried each one of them but none had opened. He had never been here, that was for sure. It looked like some sort of the medical centre but why is he here? Last thing Grant remembered: fainting from the pain after his spine broke. And now he is in hospital? The irony. The only way out seemed to continue further down the hall. The building seemed empty. Looked like all people all of a sudden fled from here, leaving everything behind. All doors on this floor were closed as well. Only the ones leading on the second floor weren't.

"Well…I suppose it is an invitation of some sort." muttered Ian trying to ignore a strange shivers that were constantly running down his spine. Door to the room number 17ab was opened a bit so Ian came in, very carefully. He did not want to disturb anyone.

Near the window stood a bed. There, covered with thin blanket, lay a woman. Long black hair was spread over the pillows and eyes with long dark eyelashes were closed. She could have been calmly sleeping if not the sweat drops on the forehead, as also quiet but uneven breathing. Ian touched her forehead and checked machinery. Marie, that was her name according to the card, was not doing well at all. It was also written that less then an hour ago she gave birth to a child. Named… His eyes became bigger as he read the name on the card 'Ian'.

Could it be…?
"Am I in my own past?" whispered Grant too shocked of what he just read. "Is she my mother…?"

The baby, according to the little note lying on the table, was in the nursery now. On his toes Ian went out and calmly closed the door behind himself. Nursery was near. And the door was again invitingly opened. Grant came in and saw only one cradle standing in the middle of the room. On a little card was written his name.

Ian bowed forward and looked at the little baby inside. The tiny creature squeaked, wiggled with arms and legs and then suddenly opened eyes. Grey eyes with a little dark - grey stripe going round the pupils. Ian's eyes.

Somebody entered the room. Grant looked up and saw the person he would never expect to meet here, in own dream.
Kurtis Trent.

"Why you mother fucking prick!!! Don't you dare to touch that child!!!" yelled the policeman and leaped right towards him.

A sudden pain.
The darkness.