Two days had passed, and that kept Michael pending and on edge. He had developed in those early few hours, a series of tics more prominent than an epileptic in myoclonic seizure, with mild spasms in the limbs and loss of attention easily.
He wasn't the only one to notice those changes. Michael realized that his sedentary father was beginning to doubt his sanity and even his mental health. More than once his father was surprised, without Michael noticing him, to hear his son argue with Derick in the solitude of his room. That damn coward was constantly fighting him. Derick wanted to take over his body and be himself again, just like before his uncle's death. The cowardly toddler regretted asking Michael for help in getting rid of his mother. The only thing he constantly asked of
