The following couple of weeks after my journey out of the tunnel was a new kind of torture for me. I had little to no motor control over my limbs except being able to wave them around, and even that got tiring quickly. I realized all too grudgingly that babies don't really get to control their fingers all that much.
I don't know how to break it to you guys, but when you place your finger on a baby's palm, they don't grab it because they like you, they grab it because it's like getting hit in the funny bone; it's a reflex. Forget motor control, I can't even excrete my wastes at my discretion. I was not yet the master of my own bladder. It just… came out.
I was seemed to be placed in my parent's room and from what I figured, the place that I was currently stuck in was, hopefully, a not more different than my world from the past, when electricity hadn't yet been invented.
My mother quickly proved my hopes wrong as, on day, she healed a scratch on my leg from when my idiotic father bumped me against a drawer while swinging me around. She put her finger on my leg where scratch was and something enter my body like spring wave it feel fresh and scratch start to heal at visible rate.
Where the hell am I?
My new name is Elvis Arzon, My mother, named Marry and my father, named Ron Arzon, at least seemed to be good people, hell if not the best. I suspected my mother was an angel because she is kindhearted and beautiful warm person. Sitting on the lap of my mother who was caressing me in her bosom, I was intently focused on my dad who was currently sitting in Cross leg position. It has been 3 hours since he is sitting like statue I don't know what he is doing.
But soon something start to happen, white mist start appear from nowhere and gather toward father. It start to revolve in strange formation all over is body. Looking those pattern on father body I got lost in thought as they look like kind of words or sometime painting of moving clouds filled with starts. I leaned in closer and closer towards father in deep thought almost falling off my mother lap. After what seemed like an eternity all mist surrounding father was sucked in his body like water in sponge.
What in the name of ….that was it?
"Congratulation hubby, for breakthrough." Suddenly mother said to father who open his eyes with big grin on his face saying to me, "Your father is awesome huh!"
My parents took me to the courtyard and then my father walk to dummy. I don't know what kind of material that dummy was made of it but it look very thin and heavy. Then, my father stretch his right hand and casually through a punch and that dummy move 10 meter back. Then, he put some kind of gauntlets, with quick and firm movements that were surprising for his build, his fists carried enough force to break the sound barrier, but were fluid enough to not leave an opening and this time dummy move 250meter back. Seeing all this even I felt compelled to drop my underwear (or diaper) for him. In my world, he would have been stronger than superman, but to me, he was my idiot father.