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Present-day. Open earth.
"don't… now… drink… night..." incoherent words like these were the only thing Tony could make out from the argument of his parents. His mother's high-pitched voice woke him. He already knew what the situation was, but he wasn't going to interfere. He knew what would stem out of him interfering. He could hear his dad's sloppy voice. He didn't bother standing from his bed. The Christian early morning criers haven't begun ringing their bells. Nor the Muslim's crier. Not like he needed to worship their God, but those people were just some sort of alarm.
The sudden creak of his door's room sent chills to his spine. He jumped. He switched the light on.