Notes of a madman

Part 3: I need to fix the errors...

# 1. The world ... 

The one I first thought was a monster gave her life to fix all... How wrong I was...

 It wasn't dark where we were. The sun was smiling at us... 

— Where are we?—I ask Tom. 

— I'd like to get a newspaper... No, I need... But I think I can guess...— 

I noticed that the tattoo on his head was no longer so visible. 

— Then we should go to the city?—I asked. — Then we need to find a ride! And ask in some unobtrusive way where we are now.— 

In the days I've spent in the dark, I've longed for the sun, and I was glad of its hot rays now. 

— I don't even recognize these places.—I looked up. 

It was not the hot wind that I had known before that accompanied us, but a pleasant warm wind. I waved my hand, peering at the next car that passed... and again past us! 

— You freak!—I shouted after one of the trucks, which made Tom laugh: 

— If you could see yourself now, you would understand why cars don't stop!—

 * * * 

After a long walk, even in my head, I felt a throbbing fatigue. 

— Oh, the city!—even Tom had a hard time walking.—Do you have any money, Tobias? You will probably need to stay in a hotel or find a place where you can clean yourself up... If we are still in Mexico, then I personally vote for the hotel! I'll have enough money for one day...— 

— It's more important to know where we are. But here's how to do it? Do not ask everyone " where am I?"—I emptied the contents of my pockets onto the bench at the bus stop. Not so much... There were pesos, dollars, euros, and a crumpled old franc in the pile. And a credit card! It is very good... Tom has a little less money, because he doesn't live here all the time, but it's not bad either. 

—Look!—I nod at the bus.- We're still in Kansas, Toto!—

I don't know why, but finding my native and beloved country has brought me back to a good mood. 

I was able to find a kind person that lent me a USB cable for your, alas, I'm somewhere lost in the middle of it was not... Navigation software, which in my phone a lot, can't even say exactly how much, run not all, but Google maps I have made it clear that across the street is a cheap Motel, and "the Tomb", a one hour drive to the border. 

The part where you don't know if it's Mexico or not... However, there are a hell of a lot of Mexicans out there ... well, it's probably a sign from above that we really need to rest... 

*** 

— They're strange, after all.—I said abruptly, as silence settled over our room for a while during the channel switch.

Despite the fact that the motel was really from the "basic amenities only" class, I liked it here. 

— I understand why Mary sent us here... what? Who's weird?—Tom looked up from the paper. 

—Mary and Peter.—I leave the music channel on. I just don't want to sit in silence. 

— You know, the whole world is weird. All the world! What's so strange about my friends?—the man landed sideways on an old chair. 

— Mary, she is... goth, and Peter Brady... I don't know what to say about him. Typical. Usual.—

The answer was silence.

— Do all couples in the world have to be the same?—the Englishman takes the remote from my hand.—You missed something... This is her favorite movie. I've known Mary for a long time, and I remember how madly she adores The Addams Family...—

Usually I didn't pay any attention to this film (Maxine is afraid of all this), but now for the first time I plunged into the plot with my head. I didn't think about how lonely I was right now.

When I went to bed, Tom was still watching TV.Very well-I would go mad in silence...

Closing my eyes, I hummed softly, just to get to sleep. This song was sung to me by my mother when I was very young. This lullaby was written about a couple of centuries ago.

— Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky! -

Very quickly I fall into a dream...

***

...My bones ache from the cold. I can feel my own trembling very strongly.

I don't remember feeling so terribly cold in the last few years.

I remember I froze once in Sweden... But in Mexico!!! Where could the frost of the Scandinavian level come from here??

—Tom!—I called to the Englishman.

There's no one ... 

I'm back in a place I shouldn't be.

—Come to kill me?  I don't feel like fighting...—that voice... He's in my head ...

— Baal?—I ask aloud.

— Hahaha, bingo. You can't find me if I don't want to... I recognize your face!— 

The voice trailed off. 

I felt joy in my heart. I think he was scared... 

If it's perfect acting, then I'll applaud him for a long time...

 I quickly get used to the cold. 

There was even a desire to look around. 

Bare feet tread on the snow, which does not seem to be in the mood to melt. It crunches very loudly, as if it is made of glass. 

A strange feeling spreads over the skin, as if the body is being rubbed with something... Something prickly. But the tingling is very pleasant.

—Step back into the shadows!—I hear a high-pitched female scream. I get knocked down. — You... are you the same like me? How did you end up here?—the hood of his cape covered his face, but this voice...

 I recognized the voice very quickly 

— Mary Hamilton!—I was almost deafened by my own screams.—I'm so glad Tom and I got in the way so quickly!— I almost threw my arms around her for joy. 

— Do you know Tom Doherty? He didn't mention you. Who are you?—the girl has the look of a hunted animal. 

Afraid of me... 

I was scared myself when I walked past the mirror today. 

— We'll discuss it at the Tomb...—For some reason, I looked at her hand. No tattoos! And without Tom's explanation, I understood why we were sent here.—Tomorrow, at 12:00.— 

— And tomorrow I can't. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to check on my daughter.— 

I almost swore out loud.

— And if a little earlier or later, on the contrary?—I tried again. — You're not from this time, are you?—she asked, looking me in the eyes. I can feel a nervous tremor in my body, and I think I'm even beginning to be afraid of Mary... Her gaze... Her gaze turns my insides cold. — You know the answer, if you ask.—I finally said, after a short pause. I felt a hand shake my shoulder. Tom... It's probably Tom trying to wake me up... — Remember when we're supposed to meet!—I finally managed to shout... ... I screamed as soon as I woke up. — Tom! I thought you'd woken me up...—I collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted.—I had a chance to talk to Mary... She sent us here to interfere with her contract, didn't she?— — Yes... Did you see Mary... there?— I smiled at my superiority to the big man. I don't know why I was happy about it. — We need to get to the Tomb first thing in the morning...— Although, more than this will be done by the evening... Okay, we'll get some more sleep and then we'll go. The Mexican buses have never let me down...I turned on my bed and hugged the pillow. It's strange to feel like this... I can see my own hair even in the dark... Will the gray hair go away? I hope...