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Gordon and John was waiting in the foray of the Admin building waiting for Alan's teacher to show. Gordon got bored and was looking at a few club photos that was hanging around.
"Hey John."
"Yeah?"
"Did Alan mention about joining any clubs?"
John through it about for a little bit "No he hasn't...why?"
Gordon took out his phone and took a picture of the photo that contain the track team before replying. "Just wondering that's all."
John stood need to Gordon and had a look at the photo "interesting...his in track?"
"Mr. Tracy?" a female voice question.
The brothers turn to see a female teacher that look like she was in her late fifties before replying "Yes?"
"I'm Mrs. Ray Alan's advance science teacher...you must be his older brothers...I hope Alan is alright?"
"We had a storm on the Island a day back and was unlucky to be court in it. He won't be allowed to travel a few more weeks yet" John replied.
"I see...I do remember about the Island but he doesn't talk about home or his family much...well not in class anyway."
"Oh Alan wanted us to give you his assignment" Gordon said passing the envelope.
"Very good...was there anything else you wanted?"
"Actually we need to drop off something to Fermat Hackenbacker...his father wanted to make sure he got it and Alan wanted us to get a text book he left here by mistake" John said holding onto a book.
"Well school is finish for the day...I can go and get Fermat and he can take you to their dorm room...just make sure you get visitor passes."
Fermat was surprise to see both Gordon and John waiting at the admin building but was disappointed to see Alan wasn't with them.
"John! Gordon! W-w-here's Alan?"
"Didn't Brains tell you?" John asked.
"M-m-my f-f- Dad did b-b-but h-h-he didn't tell me h-h-how bad."
"Virgil won't give him the all clear until ribs aren't saw."
"S-s-sound like what h-h-he would do...w-w-was there s-s-something y-y-you want to p-p-pick up?"
"There was and there was something we want to asked you but I would like talk in your dorm room...we can get what Alan needed" John said.
Gordon had taken notice how neat and tidy the room was. The bunk bed was to the right side of the room while to the left was a bookshelf and two desks. The desk next to the bookshelf had a photo of the four brothers, their dad and Alan that was taken last summer break. There was one of tin-Tin, Fermat and Alan under a tree looking quite happy. He also notice three photo album stake on top of each other. He decided to sit at Alan's desk.
John took Fermat's chair. Fermat sat on the bottom bunk.
"S-s-so w-w-what do y-y-you want t-t-to k-k-know?" Fermat asked.
"Has Alan been having nightmares while his be here? "Gordon asked while picking up one of the photo albums.
"Y-y-y affirmative."
"Did you asked about them?" Gordon asked.
Fermat nodded.
"How long have you know about them?" John asked.
"T-t-two weeks a-a-after the hood incident."
"Did you try to get Alan to tell one of us?" John asked.
"H-h-he is s-stubborn it t-t-took s-six m-m-months to con-con-convince him."
"Let me guess he told you not to tell anyone like he did with John" Gordon said looking worried.
"I w-w-was g-g-glad when y-y-you found out John" Fermat said.
"At less he told one of us…did Alan mention anything about the Island and his fears?"
"His con-con-concern about if the h-h-hood incident repeated itself. He d-d-didn't want to t-t-tell you incase t-t-there was a rescue and y-y-you need every trained IR on board."
Gordon looked over to John who was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"Is that the same reason he didn't tell us he was in the Track team?" Gordon asked.
Fermat frown "y-y-yes…doesn't h-h-he n-n-need permission f-f-from his dad t-t-to j-j-join a club?"
"He must of gotten it somehow" John said "hang on why hasn't he told us about his meets….no don't answer…I have a feeling why."
Fermat had at that time gone into Alan's desk draw and grab a bag out of it and past it to John.
"What's is it?"
"Alan's camera…h-h-he g-g-got it second h-hand and fix it himself…..there's p-p-photos of h-h-his meets in it…h-h-e t-t-taken u-up photograph a-a-s an h-h-hobby"
"How long has he had this?" Gordon asked looking at the old digital SLR.
"A year."