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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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[lightconductor]

Depending on the situation, there may be better ways to achieve that than bargaining for souls.

[He stares at it for a moment, and writes "prodigal son" on the paper.]

How's that, then?

[stairwellshadow]

congratulations.
you got your clue then.
and you'll have your family, too.
i hope you'll be happy.

[lightconductor]

That's my clue? Or is there more to it than that? Is that who you are?

[He slides the paper back, and cautiously moves to get his revolver from the drawer where he's left it.]

[stairwellshadow]

that's who you should look for.
before he disobeys you again.

[lightconductor]

[That's... alarming. And it doesn't lead in a direction he wants to think about. Abruptly, Watson flings the door open, gun in hand.]

[firewalled]

[Rich is standing outside.

Or at least, it looks like Rich. He seems dazed, his hair mussed like he was just sleeping. There's a pen on the floor beside him, and in his hands, a knife.]

Hello, Dad. You seem upset.

[lightconductor]

[He lowers the gun. It's maybe not Rich, but it looks like Rich, and that's enough that he can't bring himself to point a firearm directly at him.]

We've been worried about you, lad.

[firewalled]

You have? I would have thought you would be angry... The detective's decided I'm dangerous, right?

[He's sure all of the truth he had tried to hide is uncovered by now. There's no point in playing coy.]

[lightconductor]

Do I look like the sort of person who is upset about someone being dangerous? Though I do have a question or two for you. Are you Rich, or are you... someone else?

[firewalled]

...I'm your son, Dad. You don't have to doubt that.

[His tone is firm and serious.]

[lightconductor]

[His expression softens, just a little.]

You are certainly my son. But you did not answer my question, either.

[firewalled]

[Rich looks away, voice hesitant.]

I'm not... exactly Rich. I had to borrow his body... when he got hurt in the water.

[lightconductor]

That long ago?

[He's startled, despite himself.]

What happened with César, then?

[firewalled]

[...He doesn't want to talk about this. It hurts to have to talk about this, and not hide everything. He wishes he could retreat away into his dreams... but he gave that up for a reason.

He has to keep going.]

He got upset when we played the hangman game. He was worried about Rich, so he texted him... and his cell phone rang outside the door.

I couldn't get away in time. I was so scared about what would happen if he found out that I... killed him.

[lightconductor]

That was a very foolish thing to do, you know. César would not have done anything rash.

[Listen to him. He does sound like a dad, and also he's lecturing a... ghost. thing.]

Of course we're worried about Rich. We aren't quite sure what's going on, and you are... in his body, as you say.

[firewalled]

...I know. I really am sorry... I don't want anyone hurt. But I don't really know what's going on either.

[His grip on the knife lessens, and he looks a little choked up.]

I just... want to find my family.

[lightconductor]

[Watson, gun lowered, takes a small step forward.]

And who is your family, then?

[firewalled]

My sister... my older sister is my only real family. But... some of my friends count too.

[He looks away again, but at least he doesn't step back.]

I was hopeful you'd be my family too.

[lightconductor]

Friends certainly count as family, when they're close.

[Another small step forward.]

And what would happen to Rich?

[firewalled]

We were all really close... before...

[He hesitates. The truth is... what will happen to Rich likely wouldn't be accepted by them. And he'd feel awful to lie to this kind man about it... almost as awful as it would feel to lose that kindness.

He backs away and shakes his head.]

...He'll be okay. That place is happier. You can't get hurt there. I-If you want, I can let you go there too.

[lightconductor]

And what place would that be?

[Yeah, he's not going to jump into that offer.]

Pain is part of life. I know that better than most. If that means Rich would die, then I don't think either of us want that, do we?

[A careful step forward.]

What should I call you?

[firewalled]

...We called it Headspace. It was... a place where all our friends were safe and happy. We could all go on adventures together. No one ever got hurt... no one ever had to confront anything painful.

[The boy in Rich's body hugs himself.]

You don't understand. He isn't dead... but he can't come out and face you, I don't think. He's not strong enough... he needed someone else to handle it for him instead.

[His arms tighten around himself, and he breathes out, slowly.]

Can't we just... pretend I'm Rich, too?

[lightconductor]

We could pretend, but surely neither of us would be very happy living a lie.

[Another step closer, and he ventures to hold out his hand.]

Why don't you give me that knife, lad?

[firewalled]

['Rich' starts to slowly pass the knife over, but his hand is shaking.]

...What about your son? Can't I pretend to be that? P-Please?

[lightconductor]

[His own hand trembles a little. Part of him would definitely spring on the chance to adopt also this murderghostboy, which probably says a lot about him.]

And leave Rich in that other place? That wouldn't be fair to him. Now, if we could separate the two of you, that might be a different story.

[He reaches to take the knife, moving slow.]