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or whatever he intended to do. His countenance did not match the jovial person I had just spoken to on the phone. My friend’s fear was no longer the rumbling of a distant storm; his face was awash in a tempest of nervous excitement and terror.
    â€œW-w-w-here is he?” Don stammered.
    I was distracted momentarily by the atmosphere outside. This was the first time I had even opened a door or a window since the event began, and I quickly discovered that the mysterious lavender light was only half of the spectacle. It was hard to describe, but the air seemed to be alive; it pulsated and undulated like an electric charged breeze. It was not a visible sensation but a tactile one, felt by every square inch of my body. It was not unpleasant at all, more like being in a relaxing spa of warm electricity.
    Don was about to push by me into the house when I came to my senses. I gently grabbed him by the upper arm and bade that he take a seat on the sofa. He looked at me with wild-eyed excitement, and then reluctantly sat down.
    â€œWere you being serious with me?” he asked.
    I nodded.
    â€œYes, but if I bring him down you have to promise me you won’t say a word. You know how your mouth can outrun your brain,” I said with a friendly grin.
    He shook his head in the affirmative and gave me a half-smile.
    â€œI know … I promise.”
    I looked at him sternly for a few moments. He seemed to calm somewhat and then repeated his vow.
    â€œI promise.”
    â€œWait here,” I said, then turned and slowly ascended the stairs.
    I reached Seth’s door and knocked lightly. No answer. I tried the knob and the door swung open effortlessly. I stepped into the room.
    â€œSeth, buddy,” I began, but then stopped in my tracks; he was nowhere to be seen.
    I walked over to the closet door and called his name, no answer. I opened the door, no Seth. I turned in mounting panic, scanning the room wildly, and then my eyes fell on the bed. I walked up beside the bed, taking care not to tread on the Anakin Skywalker figure lying on the floor.
    â€œSeth?”
    No answer.
    I got to my hands and knees and peered under the bed. No Seth. My heart was racing with panic now, I was frightened for the safety of my deceased son, but the irony was lost on me as I set out to inspect the rest of the upstairs rooms. After a quick and thorough search, a block of ice slid into my stomach, reminding me of the pain that was still fresh after just two weeks. Seth was gone.

CHAPTER 7
    Boundless Limitations

    â€œOnly those who attempt the absurd can achieve the impossible.” 
    â€”Albert Einstein
    As I descended the stairs, I suspect my face looked very similar to Don’s when he arrived; no … it was definitely worse. This was my child; I can’t have lost him again, not this fast. I ran through the kitchen and out the door to the yard beyond Seth’s window. I paid no attention to the unusual changes outside; my mind was focused on a singular purpose. My panic rose exponentially because he was nowhere to be seen in the yard.
    â€œSeth! Seth!” I called and hopped up on the cedar picket fence surrounding our backyard. After scanning the perimeter I determined he was nowhere in sight, hopping down from the fence I was startled to see Don standing a few feet from me.
    â€œIs everything okay?” he asked.
    â€œSeth is gone!” I muttered breathlessly and darted past him and back into the house. I hadn’t seen Seth come back downstairs, but searching the ground floor was the only option left to me. I had just searched the dining room when a shriek and a crash resounded from the kitchen. I entered the kitchen to see Don lying flat on his back and breathing heavily. He had slipped in Seth’s cereal, which I had not had the opportunity to clean up yet.
    â€œAre you all right?” I shouted.
    He gave a sputtering cough and raised his thumb to indicate he was all right. Don began to