An Obscure Sight
He stepped into the house.
September 27th, 1996
He walked in
knowing that his wife was going to go ballistic at him for being
late. Probably the usual nagging, "Where have you been?",
"What have you been doing?" and "Are you cheating on
me?" Plus, the fact that she could barely trust him, it started
to get to him. He loved his wife, but he hated her trust issues.
Could she not, for once, just trust what he said. Where he said he
had been? What he said he was doing? Obviously not.
"Where
have you been?" She asked.
"Out."
"I'm
not stupid."
"With the guys."
"I phoned
them, you weren't with them."
"Fine, I was out, with
someone. I just..."
"Are you having an affair?"
She raised her voice.
"No! I'm not," He was getting
annoyed. "I am not having an affair. I promise you."
"Yeah, keep saying that to yourself!"
"Get out of the way!" The man shouted. Three gun shots were heard.
"Hey," She smiled to him.
"Hi."
Kurtis replied quietly.
"Something wrong?"
"Nah,
just..."
"The Lux Veratatis thing where you see what
happens?"
"Yeah."
Lara decided not to ask what
happened, it seemed to hurt him whenever he got it, "So, I found
some clues."
"Cool, plus," He looked around, "You
seemed to have some fun in the process."
"Yeah, saggy
cheeks here helped a bit. He didn't say much, just something about a
small trap door that leads to where they came from. It's somewhere
around there."
They walked over. Lara's searching had messed
the room up, newspapers were lying on the floor. Drawers rummaged
through, cupboard doors left open, the works really. "I couldn't
find anything when I first looked. So I decided to refrain from
searching again, until you came."
"Is that it?" He
pointed to the small trapdoor. He opened it. "Must be."
"More than ten years as an archaeologists and I can't even
spot a simple trapdoor."
"You were probably just
looking for something obscure because you're used to it. You start
missing the simple things."
"Probably."
"So
are we going in?" He asked Lara.
"Of course."