I sigh, lean back, pop a couple candies in my mouth. The Boy is sitting crosslegged next to me.
"What's wrong with the screen, sir?" He asks, almost inaudibly.
I offer him some candies and he takes a couple carefully from my wide palm.
"It happens often when someone is by the tree."
"Oh, now I remember! The tree that marks....."
"Yes."
The Screen soon rights itself, and I return to browsing through the stations.
"Did they leave?" The Boy inquires.
"Well, no." I muse. "They just....aren't ready yet. The Screen almost thought they were."
I've been watching those two very closely lately. They have a pattern of returning every day, according to the Boy. And the Boy never remembers them. Something about them.....
I suppose we'll see how this plays out.
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