"I don't like the looks of that weather, son!" Said Trumans dad. "We should head back now!"

"No dad, c'mon, just a bit farther!"

"I think there might be a storm on the way!" He said. "We'll have to go back!"

"Dad! please?"

"... okay then, just this once."

It was summer 1975, Truman's father had taken him out onto the ocean in their sailboat. It had been very sunny when they first launched the boat, and they'd only gone a few miles out when it started to get cloudy. Truman didn't really care though, it was his first time going out on the ocean.

Truman had always had a keen interest of going out into the ocean one day and discovering new places and continents, like the great Ferdinand magellin, which Truman kept many books written about him.

He'd always dream about finding an uncharted Island and naming it his own. He'd be written in the history books for decades.

A few minutes later, they'd only gone a few more miles when they started to hear thunder, and the waves started to rise.

"Truman, I really think we should go back now!"

"Aww dad, you promised!"

"Truman, it's going to get dangerous soon!" We should really go back now!"

"But-"

The boat began to shake. "Truman!" His dad yelled "we have to go back!"

"I'm scared, Dad!" Yelled Truman. "Don't worry!" He yelled back "Everything's going to be oka-"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash of a wave, and the boat was nearly toppled over as Trumans dad was sent overboard.

"Daddy!" Cried truman, rushing over to the side. His dad was struggling to swim back to the ship.

"Truman!" He cried, as he tried to reach out for him.

"Dad! Grab hold!" Truman reached out his hand. His dad furiously tried to swim closer to reach, while Truman reached out as hard as he could.

At last, Truman grabbed hold of his dad's hand, and managed to pull him back onboard.

"Thank you Truman!" He cried, throwing his soaking arms around him. "Thank you, thank you!"

They were both crying now. And the storm began clearing up.

"Oh truman, I don't know what I would have done without you! I could have drowned!"

Truman didn't know what it was, but those words made him stop. Suddenly, he realised that something wasn't right.

His father sat up. "Come on, let's go home." he looked at Truman. Who had a very worried expression on his face. "Truman?" He asked "Is something wrong?"

Truman said nothing, something was wrong, something he couldn't put his finger on.

His dad chuckled, "Truman, it's okay!" He said, "I'm okay, you saved me!"

Truman looked up at him. "This isn't right." He said. "What do you mean?" His dad asked confusingly. "I didn't save you" said truman, coldly, "You drowned."

His dad looked at him with wide eyes. "Drowned?" He asked, "What are you talking about Truman? I'm right here! You saved me!"

Truman stood up. "You died!" He said.

"Truman!" He said, "it's me! Your dad?"

Truman remembered something else. "You're not my dad!" He said. "You never were!"

His dad looked at him, worryingly. "Truman" he said, standing up now "come here." He walked over to truman with wide arms.

Truman pushed him away. His dad tripped back and yelled as he fell back overboard. There was a splash as he fell in.

Truman rushed over. He looked over the side, his eyes darted over the ocean surface to see where his dad went.

"Truman!" A voice called in the distance. Truman looked up to see he dad flailing his arms in the water some distance away. "Truman, help me!" He called again.

Truman did nothing, he just looked at his dad drowning. breathing heavily, with tears building up in his eyes.

"Truman! Help me Truman!"

Truman woke up, breathing.

He had had the most terrible dream.

He felt his forehead, which was warm and covered in a layer of sweat.

He looked around him. He was back in Sylvia's apartment. He sighed a sigh of relief.

It had been a rough night for Truman.
After fighting to escape his previous home, and learning about his whole life, truman desperately needed a rest after all that.

Sylvia didn't have a bed, as she didn't have enough room in her apartment, and couldn't afford one in order to save for rent, wich meant she usually slept on the couch. That also meant Truman had to occupy the one downstairs. It was very uncomfortable, as there wasn't enough space for truman to lie his legs flat. His back was aching from lying on it.

He got up. His back was aching from lying on the couch. He didn't really care, he just couldn't shake off his dream.

A sweet smell that filled the air caught his attention. He could smell sweet syrup and the sound of a frying pan coming from the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen, where he caught sight of Slyvia at the stove, who was still in her pyjamas and wearing a pink gown. She was making pancakes. She looked up at Truman, and smiled.

"Morning." She said. Truman smiled "Someone got up early." He said. They both chuckled. "I hope you're hungry after last night." She said. Truman sat down at the dinner table. "I sure am!"

Sylvia brought over a stack of delicious golden pancakes and set them down infront of Truman. Who looked up at her and said thank you. "There's some syrup on the table if you want some." She said, "Coffee?"

"Oh, yes please" said Truman who was pouring syrup on his pancakes and digging in. Sylvia walked back to the counter.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked. "Not really." Said Truman, shaking his head. "I had a bad dream."

"Oh, Truman" she said, sitting down across the table from him with her stack of pancakes, and setting his coffee down. "What about?"

He sighed. "I was... seven years old. And... I was with my dad. The day I thought I lost him." Truman took a sip of his coffee. "And... he fell over board, And I dreamt that this time... I saved him." Sylvia looked at him. "Then what?" She asked

"I realised that something was wrong... And I knew, that that wasn't supposed to happen." He sighed, "So I pushed him overboard again. I watched him struggle, as he drifted further and further away."

"Oh Truman" she said." I'm so sorry." He shook his head "it's fine, don't worry." He chewed on another pancake. "I also remember saying to him, 'you're not my dad.' "

Sylvia didn't say anything. "Do you wanna know what that made me realise?" Asked Truman. "What?" Asked Sylvia.

Truman put his palm on Sylvia's. "I want to find my real parents."