That night Basil tossed and turned in his bed in effort to wake up. He was literally stuck in his nightmare. Though he couldn't make everything out he could see three men in a room. One sat in a large fancy chair like it was a throne. He was negating with the other two. One was more muscular than his comrade who seemed to try take over the conversation but the one sitting down wouldn't let him. Basil had no idea why this was so upsetting and why he wasn't allowed to wake. The longer he watched the stronger the feeling that the man sitting down could sense him.
"Shut up!" He snarled. The man instantly closed his mouth and recoiled like he was afraid that he was going to get hit.
"If you want your profit and live to use it you better do everything I tell and I don't accept screw ups!" The sitting man leaned forward seeming to intimidate the other two. And boy was it working. Their heads bobbled up and down like bobble heads on a roller coaster. The man's head turned to face Basil directly. All he could see was narrowed menacing brown eyes but it was clearer than the finest piece of glass. He shot straight up in bed so fast his vision blurred for a second. His breath was hard and ragged. He was absolutely terrified! No matter how hard he tried to shake the memory out of his head all he could see were those eyes. His entire body quaked in a personal tremor. He wanted to get up and see if the moon had any explanation but he couldn't get his muscles to listen. It turns out he didn't need to get up, the moon came to him. The two standing were Gary and Hodge. It was nice to put a name to two of the three faces. But he still didn't know who the third person was and the moon wouldn't tell him. Gary and Hodge are the two people Dad put away. But I can't tell him this can I? Hey dad I know this going to sound crazy but the two most dangerous people you've ever put in time prison have broken out and they made a deal with a dangerous looking dude that I have no idea what it is. How did I find this out? I had a crazy dream. No, trust me even though I have no evidence. He didn't even believe him. Maybe he should tell Matt, he'll listen. Not right now, it was the middle of the night. Slowly he laid back down but didn't dare to close his eyes. He just stared at the blank dark ceiling. Despite his objections his eyes closed shut.
The sound of someone acting frantic woke him up. It was coming from downstairs. He could tell by the sound of the voices Dad was telling Mom something that was causing him to freak out, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Did Dad figure out that Gary and Hodge broke out of time prison? He tossed the sheets to the side and headed for the stairs staying as quite as possible. Once they saw someone else was up they would drop the subject like it never happened and pretend everything was fine.
"This can't be happening! This isn't possible! Where-when did they go?!" Dad whispered loudly. So he did learn about the break out. He stuck a side of his face around the corner to see into the kitchen. Dad was pacing and running his hands through his hair, ready to pull it out.
"Jesse if you can't calm down at least try and stay still. You're going to wake someone up with all the commotion you're making." Mom put her hands on his shoulders forcing him to stand still. Dad pinched the bridge of his noise then patted the air, telling her he's alright. Basil felt terrible for him, and he knew more than he did.
"You're right. I need focus on what I'm doing today. Help fix time." He sighed. Basil couldn't let this go on. He walked in the room.
"What's going on?" He pretended he didn't know anything.
"Sorry to wake you up. I just realized that I'm going to have to miss Matt's baseball game to." Dad tried to look normal but he could see every emotion except happiness and calmness. He just nodded letting him go. Dad walked out heading towards his office. Maybe I should tell him after all. Basil directed his gaze at the floor. Mom pulled him in her side rustling his hair with a sympathetic smile. She thinks I'm depressed because Dad's so busy with work and I feel sorry for him.
"I'll get breakfast ready while you go get dressed." She let him go. He headed to his room without any acknowledgement. Splashing water on his face and changing into his comfortable day clothes did make him feel better. Back in a red shirt and dark blue jeans, he grabbed his white jacket shirt, the smell of cooked bacon beckoning him down. Matt sat at the table in his baseball uniform munching on a slice of toast. He looked excited and pumped for his game. I can't tell him now. It'll distract him from what he needs to concentrate on. After, that's when.