"T is for Titus who flew into bits"
There is just something about a child, who lets the feeling of the unknown get the best of them, so quickly without warning. So what is one to do, when a boy like Titus should learn to leave his father's things alone? To never go near things of unknown areas, how many times does a father have to tell his child?
Living the world they, one can be too careful of things of those, who might hold grudges against another. It will never end for those, of those statuses dates, never. How else to say it, where a moment like this, being somewhere in the old time locations of a big city: with nothing else there but trouble.
Titus, undermined to him, his father or even both of his parents are well known with the intelligence of things that can't get out. But it is only a matter of time, before others know; it could end badly if that is to carry on. What else to do but end the chain to carry that rhyme of thinking? Many would think something else, but at this point, it would be too risk, so they would have to start at the glue of things, and hope it falls apart naturally, and then strike again.
Following months upon months of learning of what makes Titus tick, it doesn't take long on how, it could go. What makes this boy, who he is, becomes what ends him to breath. Hand something or leave something, untitled or place his name, he'll perk at it. Wanting to know more, he grabs it. Wanting the unsaid answers to him, that rest inside the item, with no father to stop him, not this time.
Everything outside his world, doesn't matter, so what could be in the item, before even opening it, does not for a second cross his mind. All he has to do is pull the string, and his own history will be made. Without a second, in time hear his father come home, a mere greetings doesn't come, before soon half the house is in shambles. Titus is nowhere in sight.
Just as the planned, Titus never knew about, had hoped for.