(2 DAYS AFTER TIM'S DEPARTURE OF REALITY)
Out, far, far away from Sterlington. Tim's grandfather lives in a cabin instead of the suburbs. He hasn't heard the news… yet. It was a normal day for him, waking up and drinking some coffee while he watched the scenery outside. The cabin was like something you see in a smooth jazz video. Sure, he has internet, TV, and a normal kitchen like everyone else that had a home. But in his heart, there is one thing he's missing. His grandson, Tim, and his wife. His wife died in 2020, while Tim's grandfather lived for 6 more years. He misses Tim because Tim now lives far away from him. But today, he was going to get some news, and it's not going to be friendly. Tim's grandfather stared at his old badge from 1983. It says, "Hector Dolores. Nicaraguan Democratic Forces," while his natural tan skin shines from the sunlight coming through the window. "One hell of a time," Tim's grandfather thought. Yeah, Tim's grandfather is Hector. Hector heard his cell phone ringing in his pocket. It was a call from his good friend. Hector picked up the phone and said, "Hello! Great morning, ain't it, Tom?" Then, Tom replied with, "Yeah, today is a good day. How is it over there in your new cabin?" "Bueno," Hector answered, "I mean… good. It isn't the same without my wife, though." Hector picked up a picture of his wife. "I know it's hard," Tom responded, "your grandson is still good?" "Yes, he's good. Though he was acting a bit more… triste. Like Melancholic." Hector answered again but then asked, "Why would you ask that, Tom?" Hector went to the kitchen to make his coffee. Coffee fresh from the Caribbean. "Just asking. Also, a kid went missing in Louisiana. The kid's journal was talking about escaping reality and living in dreams," Tom told Hector. Hector always talked about his grandson to Tom, but he never really mentioned his name. "Really..? What's this kid's name?" Hector asked. "The kid's name was… Tim," Tom answered. Suddenly, Hector felt tense, as if he was going to have a heart attack. Was his grandson missing? "Tim? Tim, what?" Hector asked again. "What do you mean? Like last name?" Tom replied. "Sí, Sí, their last name. Tim, what?" Hector asked again, this time with a worried tone. "Tim Dolores," Tom sighed. Hector's heart dropped. "MY GRANDSON IS MISSING!? WHY HASN'T ANYBODY TELL ME ANYTHING!?" Hector yelled through the phone. "It's been on the news since yesterday," Tom answered. "I'm hanging up… I'll call you soon," Hector sighed and hung up the phone. This was one of the worst pieces of news he had heard in a long time. Hector set his coffee aside on the counter, sat down on his couch, and looked up at the ceiling. "Did he run away? Did he kill himself? No.. no way.. He can't think of that. That would be too horrible," Hector thought, "I have to do something, I can't just sit here…" Later that day, the sky was now blue instead of morning yellow, the trees and wind were still blowing, and birds chirped, oblivious to the news. Inside that cabin, his coffee was half empty and cold, the cabin was dark, and Hector was still sitting down, looking at the ceiling before he stood up. "I know what I'm going to do," Hector thought. He walked into his room, grabbed the keys, and went out to his car. He unlocked the car, pulled out his phone, and set the GPS to lead him to Sterlington. It was going to be a long drive, but it will be worth it. "Kids these days. Don't know what the hell they're thinking…" Hector muttered to himself. He drives off. He's going to find out why, no matter what, even if it goes to the extreme.