It felt like a fragment of memory from the sea that he had forgotten. Montana felt the passage of time and the strangeness of the scene. He remained on Allan's lap for another good hour, not being fazed by the things he saw on the computer. He wondered if Allan's workday had been like this when Montana was still a small child.
All of a sudden, he felt like a chill crawled up his spine. Warnings seemed to resound in his head, and he just wanted to run away. However, he only stayed on his seat, his little hands holding onto the table very tightly. Soon, Allan's big hand came to rub his hand as if making him relax. There was no word, but Montana felt less scared.
