Travis and Sarah continued to observe the scene, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The apparent brutality of the incident and the eerie details surrounding the victims' deaths left them both with a sense of unease.
As the police officers and paramedics worked diligently to secure the scene and gather evidence, Travis and Sarah decided it was best to step back from the crowd. The conversation they had overheard among the onlookers only added to their concerns, hinting at a level of violence and cruelty that was deeply unsettling.
"We should probably head back home," Travis suggested, his voice low as he glanced around.
Sarah nodded in agreement, her expression somber. "Yeah, there's not much we can do here. Let's hope the authorities can figure out what happened."
They turned away from the scene, their steps leading them back in the direction of Travis's house. Max followed closely, his senses still on high alert.
As they walked, Travis couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled within him. The incident was reminiscent of the kind of chaos and violence he had encountered in the alternate world, and the possibility that something similar was happening in this world was deeply unsettling.
Once they reached Travis's house, they noticed a police car in front of his house.
"Shit!" Travis mumbled.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"I forgot to put the grave back in order after I got out," He could hear their conversation with his parents. "We can't let them know I came back to life."
Travis quickly guided Sarah and Max toward a nearby alley, positioning himself so he could observe without being easily seen. He knew that the situation was delicate and that any sudden appearance could complicate matters further.
From his vantage point, he could see the police officer speaking with his parents on the front porch. His heart pounded in his chest as he strained to listen to their conversation.
The officer, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, spoke with a professional demeanor. "I understand this must be distressing for you, but we need to gather as much information as possible. Can you tell me when you last visited your son's grave?"
Travis's mom, her face etched with concern, replied, "It's been a few days. We visit regularly to pay our respects."
His dad, his expression a mix of frustration and worry, added, "We were shocked to find that the grave had been disturbed. Whoever did this, they have no respect for the deceased."
The officer nodded, taking notes in a small notebook. "We're treating this as a case of grave robbery. It's unfortunate, but it's not uncommon for such incidents to occur. Sometimes, it's individuals looking for valuable items left with the deceased."
Travis's mom's voice trembled slightly as she said, "But what would anyone find valuable in a grave? Our son was buried with his personal belongings, things that mattered to him."
The officer glanced up from his notes, his gaze sympathetic. "I understand how difficult this must be for you. We'll do our best to investigate and recover any stolen items."
"Thank you, officer," His mom said, wiping her eyes.
Once the police officer left and Travis and Sarah were certain it was safe, they made their way back inside the house. Travis's parents were in the living room, their expressions a mix of worry and frustration.
"Hey," Travis said softly, stepping into the room with Sarah and Max behind him.
His parents turned toward him, a mixture of surprise and relief crossing their faces. His mom was the first to speak, her voice wavering with emotion. "Travis, you're back."
"We got a problem," His dad said.
"Yeah, I know. I should have fixed the grave before moving. It's going to be difficult to move around with his face. So I need a new identity," Travis said after thinking for a moment.
"Well, there is someone in Metropolis who should be able to take care of that," His dad said with an awkward smile, "But..."
"But..."
His dad hesitated for a moment. He pulled Travis to the corner of the room and whispered in his ears, "Her name is Alison, and she is kinda let's say eccentric and charges certain things for certain jobs. So, it's better if you go alone."
"Is she some kind of mafia?" I asked.
"No, no... Not mafia. Well, she is a..." He hesitated for a moment.
"Come on, say it," Travis said.
"Oh, well, what the heck... She is a nymphomaniac," His father said with a sigh.
Travis couldn't help but burst into laughter at his father's candid admission. The unexpected revelation about Alison's unique personality traits caught him off guard.
"A nymphomaniac? Seriously?" He chuckled, shaking his head.
His dad shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah, I know it's weird, but she's good at what she does. Just... be prepared for her advances. And make sure you're ready to pay the price she asks. You know what I mean, right? God, I am the worst dad in the world..."
Travis exchanged a bemused glance with Sarah, who sitting with his mother a short distance away. She raised an eyebrow at him, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.
"How do you know? Don't tell me you did it with her..." He whispered.
"Whoa, slow down," His dad chuckled, holding up his hands in a gesture of innocence. "She is your aunt. She ran away from home when she was young, so you might not remember her much. She was the one who paid our debts back then. Anyway, your mom will kill me if she finds out I am sending you to her. So, keep it down and do whatever you want, I don't want to know the details."
Travis couldn't help but laugh even harder at his dad's explanation. The mix of embarrassment, candidness, and concern in his father's words was both amusing and endearing. He nodded, still chuckling, and patted his dad on the shoulder.
"Alright, I'll handle it. Thanks for the heads up," He replied, trying to suppress his laughter.
His dad let out a relieved sigh. "Good. And remember, don't share this with your mother or Sarah. They will never let us live it down."
He grinned and nodded again. "Don't worry, Dad. Your secret's safe with me."
As they rejoined Sarah and Travis's mom in the living room, Travis's mind was still filled with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He couldn't have predicted that his quest for a new identity would lead him to such a unique character.
"So, what did you two talk about?" His mom asked with a suspicious glance at his dad.
Travis exchanged a knowing glance with his dad, a playful smile on his lips. "Oh, just some... father-son advice, Mom."
His dad chimed in with a chuckle, "You know, man-to-man stuff."
His mom raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Uh-huh, and what kind of 'man-to-man stuff' are we talking about here?"
Travis leaned in, his tone exaggeratedly serious. "You know, the usual—life advice, career choices, and... how to deal with certain, uh, unique individuals."
Sarah couldn't hold back a snicker, and even Travis's mom couldn't help but smile. "I see," his mom replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "Well, just make sure it's the right kind of advice."
His dad nodded, a mock-serious expression on his face. "Of course, dear. You know me, always giving the best advice."
Travis burst into laughter, unable to hold back any longer. The banter between his parents was both endearing and hilarious, and it lightened the mood considerably after the serious events of the day.
The bell on the front door startled everyone in the room. Travis's dad quickly got up to answer it, while Travis, Sarah, and his mom exchanged curious glances. Who could be at the door, especially at a time like this?
He opened the door to reveal a man in a police uniform standing on the doorstep. The man had a sturdy build and a stern yet tired expression. His hair was graying at the temples, tired expression, a sign of the stress that came with his position.
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