"I- I cannot, sir." Johnathan finally said. He looked down, avoiding Timaeus' eyes.
"That is alright, Johnathan. I don't think you remember my voice, but I am the one you spoke to through the phone." Timaeus pointed at himself.
"I remember, sir. You are called Lord Timaeus Phoenix." Although his head was bowed, Johnathan's eyes widened
Timaeus nodded, "If you remember, then this will be a bit simpler. Can you repeat all that you told me on that day? Tell me as much as you can remember, alright?"
The teenager slowly bobbed his head.
"Good. Go ahead and speak, I won't interrupt you."
Johnathan hesitated for a few seconds, stumbling over his words and what he wanted to say. However, after he had begun retelling what had happened, he did not stop. His hands, which were trembling, were tightly clasped together, to the point where they became pale.
