Chapter 2: Will
Will arrived in his world disgruntled and a little scared. Would his mother be okay? He shook his head at the thought of his mother being sent to an institution. Urgh!
"Will, where does the woman that your mother is with live?" Mary asked puling him to his feet. Will got up and led her down a number of winding streets, abruptly stopping at 21 Terrace Lane.
"Here," he said. They walked up and rang the doorbell. A dog started barking. "I didn't know she had a dog." He said aloud, accidentally of course. The lock clicked and the door opened. His music teacher's face swarmed into view.
"Oh Will! Your mother, she...she..." she started sobbing. "It happened only five minutes ago. I don't know what to do!" Mary stepped in and introduced herself.
"I'm Mary...Mary Guggenheim. I have been helping Will with his, uh, homework," she said shaking the woman's hand. "Where is his mother?"
"Up the stairs, second door on the right; come Will, we'll have a spot of tea," she took Will into the kitchen and started bustling about. Mary turned to go up the stairs when-
"Wait! I want to see my mum first!" Will scrambled up the stairs and Mary followed in suit. They came too the second door on the right and could hear moaning coming from inside. Will pushed the door open. His mother was lying on the floor stroking a doll.
"It's okay Will. It's okay, Daddy will be back," she kept muttering over and over again. Mary stepped forward and Will's mother stood up. "Get away! I won't let you take my son! Back woman!" She pushed Mary who toppled over a large oak desk.
"MUM!" Will shouted. "Mum, it's me. Will." She stared at Will and then looked at the doll.
"Wha-you, grew up? No, you are not my Will. You are a liar! Get out!" she screamed. The music teacher came rushing t the seen.
"Hush hush," she said stroking his mother's hair. She calmed down immediately. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep without delay. "Earlier, she wouldn't let me calm her. Will, she needs to get to the hospital. She is mentally ill. You know it, Mary-can I call you that?" Mary nodded, "knows it, and I know it." Will looked at his mother. She was in horrible shape; se couldn't even remember that Will grew up. He could tell that if she stayed here she would be a danger to everyone.
"Okay, we'll take her to the hospital," he sighed and stroked her hair.
"We mustn't wake her," Mary whispered, picking up her legs while Will held her head. They put her into the car and drove to the hospital.