We Want To Go Back

The summer was going by pretty quickly. My family just got a new cat and I was pretty happy where I was, but something had been bothering me for a while. My mind went back to my first night back home. Did I really just imagine that figure outside of my window? I felt like the image I saw was way too clear for it to just be my imagination.

Through all of this, I couldn't help but wonder what my friends were up to. Did they miss Dovacath? I know I sure did. They said everything there was a set-up, but I felt like there had to be a bit more to it. For a faked adventure, the effects were real professional. Almost too professional.

"What are you doing, nerd?" my brother asked.

"None of your business." I responded.

I was writing in one my notebooks, recording what I went through in Dovacath.

"What are you writing?" he asked.

"A story." I answered, "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"Whatever." he said.

This guy could be pretty nosy from time to time, so I wondered if I could even talk about what I went through. He might have known a bit of something. He had to since our parents sent me away to that place. However, I highly doubt he knew a thing about Dovacath.

"So... you haven't said much about the time I was gone." I said.

"Mom and Dad just wanted you to get out of the house." he said.

"I understand that," I replied, "but that was quite a weird place to send me to."

"It was weird?" he said.

"It was some weird medieval-themed town that sent us on some dumb fake adventure." I continued, "That was a bit much for me."

"Sounds rough." he replied.

Things went quiet. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"That's all." I said, "I don't really have anything more to talk about."

"Right." he said, before walking away.

I had to know what my friends were thinking, so I hurried to the phone and dialed the number that Jason had given me.

"Hello?" said Jason.

"Hey," I said, "can we talk... about Dovacath?"

"What about it?" he said.

"Want to go back?" I asked.