"I know, but then she told me how important that chair is and that I should stay away from it. But she allowed me to get near the window and peek outside sometimes."
"How does it happen?"
"See, whenever she needs to do something, she sits on that chair and she disappears. I always wait for her in my room. But there are times when she wants me to see what she's seeing. She'd call my name and I'd run to her room to look out the window."
Conrad nodded, a hint of understanding in his tired yet unwavering eyes. "Let's talk about your room. Do you have anything aside from your bed and your stuffed toys?"
"Hmm. No."
"No restroom?"
"No."
"How about a kitchen? Don't you feel hungry?"
"I don't have those. I didn't think I need it. Besides, I don't get hungry in there. I just play… and sleep. All the time."
"How old are you, by the way?"
"I'm five years old."
Edward, who was listening intently to the conversation felt like he will need a blood transfusion and a brain transplant, if possible. ASAP. His lungs collapsed when he heard her say 'assassin'. The moment she mentioned the 'chair', both his eardrums exploded. When it came to the 'window', his nose started bleeding. He mentally felt like a person with hemophilia, on the verge of death due to blood loss. What's even worse? It was his own idea to make her talk! He didn't expect it to backfire like this. Too much, too soon! He hauled himself to lean on the sofa's backrest pillow. He felt so weak, like a steamed eggplant that just got out from the steamer!