But he still laid there for an extra moment enjoying the calm. Dad's stroking was so calming he was almost about to drift back under. He didn't get much rest with the crazy dream.
"How long was I out?" Somehow he managed to speak.
"Ever since you passed out last night. We had to move a lot and the jostling didn't even wake you up. It's seven forty-five now, give or take a few minutes." Dad said continuing his soothing strokes. He was asleep all night and he still get any rest? Wow. The creepy dream and the two voices replayed in his head. Should I tell them? No, it was just a dream! All of it was just a dream! But even now he doubted. His eyes looked past the heads of his friends and family and at the light blue sky. He wished the moon was still out so he could ask but he knew it wouldn't answer. Right now all he wanted is answers. Is that too much to ask for? If all of this is happening-going to happen- to him shouldn't he know why? He forced his body to sit then stand. He owed himself and everyone else to get those answers. But his legs wobbled under him. Matt grabbed his shoulder before he leaned too far to one side. His body felt lighter and emptier. Basil pushed a hand against his stomach his hand sinking farther than it should. He frowned depressingly at the ground. Matt gave him a sad smile then grabbed his arm, wrapping it around his shoulders.
"Thank you." He whispered just loud enough for only Matt to hear. The support was very helpful since his legs were still not working right yet. He took a breath as they walked through the crowds trusting the others made a plan when he was out. It wasn't like he had much choice with Matt being his main support. He wanted to ask what their plan was but he was still too drained and there were too many people to talk. Chip took the lead and led like a man on mission. To keep his mind busy he tried to memorize every detail he could as they weaved through the crowd. But his thoughts kept wondering back to the dream and all his questions. Did they figure something out when I was asleep? Have I lost anymore organs? But the big one was, When do I get to go home? So badly did he want to see his home, crawl into his bed, be a normal kid with a complete set of organs. Thinking about his organs disappearing and what was happening inside made him nauseous. He leaned dangerously far over to the side about to take Matt with him to the ground. Dad ran up and kept him steady.
"Basil let me carry you." He whispered. He was feeling so sick that he didn't care. And besides he was really weighing Matt down. As he hopped on his dad's back he knew his pride should be injured but all he could do was try his best to keep what's left of his stomach down. Basil laid his chin on his shoulder despising the hot weather. And to think people choice to live here! His head rolled over so he looked like Dad was carrying a sleeping toddler on his back. It's a good thing only select people can see this. He closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping breath steady.
"Where are we going?" Somehow he managed to whisper in his ear without throwing up.
"The castle, now shh! Just rest." He whispered back. The castle! What are they thinking! How much did he miss? No matter how much he wanted to argue or question he couldn't so he closed his eyes again falling back to a peaceful rest.
Jesse glanced at the sleeping Basil on his shoulder. This time he actually looked peaceful. Last night when they had to move to a safer spot for the tenth time he looked stressed and concerned. But he was too afraid he might somehow hurt him by waking him up. He hated seeing him in so much pain, so much confusion. After saving him from the burning car and the orphanage it was nearly impossible to see him like this. Literately disappearing right in front of him. This was his son! The person he dedicated years to raise. It wasn't always easy juggling a job and raising three kids. At times he wanted to blow but Basil always managed calm down the situations enough to where he could deal with them rationally. He always like that. Able to bring out the calm from a loud mess. Even when he was little he was a deep thinker. He could answer the big questions using simple terms that anyone could understand. He couldn't wait to what kind of person he would become and proud to say he was his Dad. Jesse swiftly pecked his forehead. The action reminded him of when Brook and he would switch tucking Matt and Basil into bed. They would read a picture book to them then kiss their foreheads goodnight. He loved being a farther far more than a time agent. Saying he saved time wasn't nearly as satisfying as bragging about his kids. Sure they weren't famous kids from history but they were his! And that's all that mattered. Now in order to save Basil he would have figure out the biggest mysterious problem the Time Agency will ever face. Don't worry, we'll figure this! He promised. Basil's grip around his neck tighten like he could hear what he was thinking.