Finally. That sacred CD was gone… burnt… and Jacob?

Well… luckily the shotgun was empty. Who just keeps a loaded shotgun around? He was still a bit confused, not knowing what was in the CD. And he was staying at your place… where there WEREN’T guns.

Jacob sat on the edge of your bed. He didn’t understand. If that wasn’t his father… then what was it? Why did it seem so real? Why was he so desperate to get to it again? Maybe out of loneliness, maybe out of desperation to see his father one last time. But… he was staying at your house for now. For safety reasons.

Jacob was about to go into another loophole of thoughts, when he heard the front door of your house open. He was done running out of hope that it was going to be his father. He didn’t know why he thought it. He realized it was… kind of stupid. He knew his dad was dead. That was something no amount of hoping would ever change. He knew it was just you by now. He looked back down, slowly kicking his feet out of boredom, sinking back into his thoughts silently.

“…”