Chris and Heather left the bedroom together. Chris picked up his phone and texted Francis, telling him they were exploring the house. Heather chose to explore the west wing of the house first.
Once they got to the west wing Chris began to explain what was in most of the rooms from what he could remember. He was only there a handful of times and never got the chance to roam around freely. Chris approached one room and stopped. Instead of explaining what was inside, he pushed the door open and went inside.
Chris flipped the light switch just inside the door. Inside was and long mat that stretched the length of the room. On the walls hung metal sheaths varying in color and length.
"What was the point of bringing me in this room in particular?" Heather asked, looking around.
"I don't know. I guess there was no particular," Chris replied.
"Weird question, but does this place have a pool?" Heather asked with a cheerful look on her face.
"Yeah, but we wouldn't be able to go swimming. I doubt you would have thought to pack a swimsuit."
"You would be correct. I did not pack a swimsuit, but who said I needed one?" replied Heather.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Chris asked.
"I could always go swimming in my underwear. It just like my swimsuit anyways," Heather said proudly.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I would be comfortable with you doing that," Chris said shyly.
"Well, you're no fun."
"I'm sorry. I just don't think it's good for me to see you like that."
Just then, Chris's phone rang. He fumbled it in his hands a little before answering. "Yeah, what's up?" Chris asked.
"Can you two lovebirds quit making out and head to the dining room. Foods here," said Francis.
"What did you say about us!" Chris yelled in response.
Before Chris could finish his sentence, Francis hung up the phone.
"Food's here," Chris sighed. "We should get going."
Chris and Heather walked to the dining room, which then became a race to get there first. Chris arrived at the door and promptly stopped instantly. Heather continued running and slid past the doorway, falling onto her back.
Chris sat down at the head of the table. Francis walked out of the kitchen and frisbeed a pizza box at Chris. Chris jumped out of his seat and caught it.
"Watch it, you almost hit me!" Chris exclaimed.
"That was the idea," chuckled Francis.
"You two better not be fighting in here," said Heather, walking into the room.
"Don't worry. It's just a very heated discussion about throwing things at other people," Chris answered.
The three finished eating. They got up and made their way to the in-home movie theater. They watched a movie about a man who was stranded on an island for seven weeks. When the movie had finished Chris abruptly stood up and addressed Francis and Heather.
"This movie is so unrealistic. Like hell he would survive making stupid decisions like he did," he said.
"Alright then, what would you do in that situation?" Francis asked.
"It's quite simple, actually. When the ship was sinking, John past three solar powered radios in a watertight box along with a survival kit. Second, he made the stupid mistake of thrown his knife that his father gave him into the water, and he didn't bother to retrieve it until after he was rusted. Last, he let himself get consumed by sadness and hatred which almost led him to his death,"
"You had some valid points in your argument," said Francis.
"But you can't necessarily control emotion," Heather rebutted. "They are an automatic response to the current situation, and without anyone else he lost control."
"I guess you have a point. I hate it when you prove me wrong," replied Chris.
"Well then, don't be wrong friend," joked Francis.
"Well, regardless of how plausible the movie was. It was still fun watching it with you guys," said Heather, smiling. "And for your information, I would have tried to save one other person before jumping off the boat. He had plenty of time."
"I think that's something we can all agree on," Francis responded. "Hey Heather, I got that racing game for the console you were talking about."
"A racing game, really?" questioned Chris.
"It's not like a motor sports game, it's more like a party game," said Heather.
"I guess I'll give it a try. Although, I'm a little tired for some reason, so I think I'll head to bed early," Chris said yawning.
Chris stayed and played a few races. He was beginning to feel his eyes grow heavy. He excused himself and went to his room. As he was walking back to his room, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Chris picked it up and saw that his father was trying to call him.
"Hello," Chris answered.
"Chris, I want you to come home tomorrow. Something doesn't feel right, and I don't think your safe there. I you need to bring Heather with you it's ok," Chris's father said.
"Ok, hold on. What do you mean something doesn't feel right?" Chris asked.
"When I got home from work today, there was a note on the door from some government organization saying they scanned your room for something."
"Did they take anything?" Chris asked.
"No, they didn't," Chris's father replied.
"Unfortunately, I think I'm going to stay here. If I'm in danger, I believe that here is the safest place for me."
"If that's what you believe then there's no changing your mind. Just keep a lookout for anything suspicious."
"Affirmative!" Chris said sharply.
"Good boy, and remember to call me if anything bad happens and you need to talk, I'm here."
"I know Dad. I'm trying to go to bed. Goodnight."
"Good night. Remember to have fun."
Chris ended the call and laid down on his bed. He began to close his eyes, but before he could, the door flew open. Heather walked in and sat on the corner of Chris's bed.
"Is something bothering you. I heard parts of your conversation. You seemed upset," Heather said, patting Chris's left calf.
Chris was startled and weird out. He rolled himself off the bed and fell onto the floor.
"No, I'm fine. I should be asking that about you. What in God's green earth prompted you to touch me like that?" questioned Chris, sitting up and putting his head on top of the bed.
"Nothing is wrong with me. I was just trying to comfort you," Heather replied.
"Well then don't do that. If your boyfriend found out, he wouldn't be happy."
Heather abruptly slapped Chris across the face. "You know I don't have a boyfriend."
"I'm sorry," Chris apologized, rubbing his face where he was struck. "You've been talking to that boy a lot, so I figured you two were going out."
"You mean Jacob," Heather said. "We are partners for a physics project. That's why we've been talking so much."
"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to." Chris started. "How comes a beautiful person like you doesn't have a boyfriend yet. I've seen people ask you out."
"I'm waiting for the right person, I guess. Someone who looks past the beauty on the outside and appreciates the beauty on the inside. Someone who treats me like a person, not like a goddess."
"I guess I somewhat understand what you're talking about." Chris responded, sitting back on the bed next to Heather. "Apparently there were some government officials who broke into my house and scanned my room while my parents were away. My father wants me home, but I told him I was fine here. I'm still a little worried about the whole situation."
Heather put one arm around Chris and squeezed him a little. "Everything will be ok. Besides, you have me and Francis to keep you safe."