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Chapter 5

Trent felt himself falling off of the bed that he had been sitting on only moments before. Strong arms caught him before he hit the floor.

"Please make it go away!" Trent whimpered.

"Trent, I need you to listen to me…" Anton was suddenly cut off.

"Please!" Trent's tear-brimmed eyes pleaded.

"Okay."

Moments later, Trent was peacefully sleeping, having had the last of the medicine the doctor had prescribed him.

Anton shook his head sadly and left the room to let the boy sleep. He wondered what the future would hold for Trent. The boy had to first learn how to overcome his pain or else…Anton stopped his train of thought. He didn't want to even consider it. All Anton could do now was wait and see what would happen…

Trent looked around at his surroundings. He was near what looked like the entrance to the cave that held the dig site. Everything was as he remembered only the sky was gloomy and something felt out of place.

Then he saw Anton and himself walking back into the cave after retrieving the forgotten camera. Trent's eyes went wide as he realized what would soon follow.

He ran in after them screaming warnings at the top of his lungs. He ran past Anton Mercer who had grabbed his younger self and was heading for the cave entrance. Trent kept running searching for a light that would lead him to his parents.

He tried following their voices but he kept ending up at the entrance of the cave. It was as if he kept running in circles.

Just as he was about to try again, he heard their screams cut off abruptly as the rumbling died down. With tears in his eyes he lifted his face to the stormy sky and screamed a heart-wrenching cry.

Trent woke up with a start. He was drenched in sweat and had nearly fallen off of the bed again. He felt something wet on his face and groggily realized that they were tears. He hastily wiped them off.

The horrible flashbacks had stopped a few days before. Now nightmares about his parent's deaths haunted him. Whenever he had the dream he could never save his parents and watched them die before his eyes all over again.

He remembered that Anton wanted to talk to him about something important. With a long suffering sigh, he clambered out of bed and put some clothes on; clothes that Anton had graciously supplied him.

Trent had not explored Anton's house yet. He had been sleeping most of the time. Now that these horrible nightmares plagued him, he dreaded sleep.

He left his room and wandered aimlessly around the large house. He knew that Anton had something important to talk about but Trent was unsure of what the information might be. Sad to say, any news Anton had for him was bad. Dreaded thoughts entered his wary mind. Would Anton be going somewhere far away? Would he have to stay in this huge house all alone? Would he have to leave?

Trent shook his head. Now was not the time for negative thoughts. "After all, Anton has been very nice to me. He hasn't hurt me or shown any signs that he would hurt me," Trent reassured himself.

Trent finally found Anton Mercer in his office room.

"Trent…I have some good news!"