THE BLUE MAZDA SUV PARKED IN THE SCHOOL’S carpark. Shelley Wilson sent a miscall notification to her B-girl, who was in the library. Her favourite classical radio station was on air in the car stereo, and she chuckled as she was listening to the 2-celebrity radio-personalities bantering one another.

She peeked behind to ‘check’ on her toddler son at the backseat, with his headphone on and watching a Disney movie in a Huawei tablet…

… Samuel had been going with her to work at the clinic since the Wilsons was staying at the Hilton until their home ‘renovation’ was completed. She gave Lola the nanny-housekeeper a week off, as the doctor-mother wanted to ‘be closer’ with her children at the stay at the hotel.

Even Piper the housedog was at the ‘pound-shelter’ temporarily -- while the house was under construction.

Shelley too was OFFLINE FROM FACEBOOK – away from online Facey-friends who were curious to ‘know’ of the black panther that broke-into the Wilsons, which ‘almost’ attacked her children…

… as an atheist too, she did ‘not’ want to read another comment of their Christian God’s intervention -- by ‘killing’ the wild-beast with lightning-bolts…

Coincidentally at that moment, Stevie Wonder’s ‘Superstition’ played on the radio…

Life too was ‘not’ easy living with her husband Anthony for the past 2 days in the hotel either – as her husband was always bombarded with phone calls, from his 2nd job which was his own-business named Jansa…

… on the 2nd day, they had an argument when he was ‘itching’ to wanting to go out to ‘entertain’ his ‘new’ business clienteles – with their late night of drinking and smoking. The doctor-wife told her husband off that he was leading an unhealthy lifestyle…

… attained at an age past 50s ‘not’ in his 30s.

It was good that Jane had a separate hotel room -- where she would ‘not’ worry of the family’s adult-matters argument that was being ‘laundered’ openly.

… Shelley looked up and saw her B-girl and was accompanied by Alicia, as they approached the Mazda.

“G’ day Mrs Wilson!”

The doctor mother waved and nodded tacitly, to the rapt Chinese girl.

“Janey, I’ll call you later, yea…”

“… bye, Ali…”

Blind-Jane sat on the passenger seat, buckled-up her seat belt -- and heard her mother starting the car…

… she was still ‘NOT’ ON TALKING TERMS with her mother who was ‘knit-picking’ on her past ‘mistakes’ – even though she ‘had’ apologized numerous times since a fortnight ‘coming’ into the post-Treeton realm…

The blonde tween ‘heard’ a familiar song played on the car stereo – she ‘knew’ it was the voice of the blind-Stevie Wonder…

… whose ‘SENSE-OF-FASHION,’ her doctor-mother didn’t want her B-girl to follow…

… and her doctor-mother was ‘right’… 

Blind-Jane almost snorted to guffaw, when she recalled Perthland…

… where she was an able-sighted teenager over there -- who gifted to ‘see’ for 5 days, where she discovered the ‘memorable’ humorous memories…

… and Stevie Wonder’s fashion WAS ONE OF IT when pointed by the ‘tween’ Akatendeka on her cellphone-search.

Twiddling her dreadlock, the tween remained to reminisce her further exploits in Perthland – where she then had ‘passionate’ memories of slow-dancing-and-kissing Paul Walker – Jane ‘now’ yearned, that she would grow-up fast to be a teenager…

… on the stereo, the chorus of the song came aloud, as Stevie Wonder sang the chorus:

‘When you believe in things, that you don't understand…

Then you suffer…

Superstition ain't the way…’

Jane was then distracted by her brother in the backseat, calling her name numerous times, to get her attention – the sister turned her neck back…

“Jane! Jane! Jane!”

“Yes, ‘what’ Samuel?”

… the Black toddler placed the Huawei tablet at her front of his blind sister’s face, exclaiming…

“… Look-look… Jingle-book!”

The doctor-mother turned the stereo volume-down, and ‘corrected’ her son…

“No-Samuel, Lion King – ‘not’ Jungle Book – Samuel is ‘watching’ Lion King…”

… since the death of the black panther in the backyard of the Wilson – Samuel had been anguished-and-tormented of ‘Bagheera’s death’ – so the parents decided to ‘substitute’ to introduce him a ‘new’ movie, The Lion King…

… IT WORKED…

… and the toddler had been mesmerized with the ‘new’ Disney characters – the doctor-mother noticed that, so much so, she brought him to work at her clinic…

… while during her hours of consulting her patients, her ‘well-behaved’ son was quiet in the corner, with his multiple-repeated viewing of the ‘new’ movie…

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THE NISSAN ALMERA UBER-RIDE was parked at Walker’s gate. Gary the driver helped the sickly Paul into his wheelchair. The car left, and Paul got into the house…

… home-alone, he made his way to the kitchen – coughing and sneezing…

… he wished his mom was here to fix him a hot bowl of clear chicken soup for his flu -- like she ‘had used’ to when he was little when his dad was alive…

… things were different ‘now,’ as his MOTHER WAS WEARING the daddy-pants, and as a single mom had been busy at work, to earn and pay her incurring monthly expense bills.

Ever since then, her 2 handicap boys too had been ‘independent,’ and had to fend for themselves for food by ordering takeaway lunches -- and ‘occasionally’ dinner too.

… but Paul had no appetite for fast-food, as he had set his mind for some hot-soup.

Paul levitated vertically high to the wall cabinet, where Caroline stocking canned food, at the top shelf. He knew his mother’s shopping habit of ordering a couple of cans of clear chicken soup – as he knew of her ‘shortcut’ recipe method of cooking spaghetti Bolognese…

…where he had ‘seen’ her crushing frozen burger beef patties into the boiling chicken-soup as a stock, and she then added Parmigiana cheese to thicken the broth to sauce.

He was delighted to find the last Campbell clear-chicken noodle soup, sitting in the bare cupboard – he grabbed it, and used the electric-can opener…

… poured the content into a sauce-pan, and switched the stove-flame to medium heat…

… he chuckled as he recalled the ‘other’ version of his mother, MRS DICKSON OF Perthland who was particular and fussy when he had ‘used’ her pots-and-pan – and the post-it-notes ‘warning’ stuck on the pans with instruction so that he won’t ‘burn’ her utensils.

Paul put a small kitchen towel on his shoulder as TV-and-movie chefs do while stirring the soup with a wooden spoon. He ended up using the towel to sneeze-in and blow his nose, rather than for cooking…

… in no time, he had a bowl of soup on a tray, with a can of warm diet coke. He levitated carrying the tray to the living room and place it on the coffee table. He wanted to eat while watching the local news on the telly.

Paul was taking slow sips of the hot wholesome soup as he watched the news – then a particular news report drew his attention…

… it was Lana Lane, the investigative reporter who ‘cornered’ Jane and him at the school front yesterday – wanting comments of the black panther attack the Wilsons on Monday night…

“… there have been a dozen of assault cases in the street of Perth, where people are biting each other, and infecting each other with the rabid-like disease. Many were hospitalized after ‘such’ brutal attacks, where doctors have reported that victims were showing symptoms of a condition called ‘porphyria,’ where the patients had ‘become’ feral because of the lack of red haemoglobin blood-cells in their body that made them into violent blood-suckers and were killing one another and including – eating brains of the dead like zombies…”

Paul then saw a police-sketch art of THE FIRST ATTACKER – which was a Black-man with dreadlocks, with his tiny monkey – who attacked the medical staff of an ambulance…

He knew it was Hajji – the zookeeper, whom he had ‘procrastinated’ himself to investigate if the culprit existed or ‘not’ in this post-Treeton realm. He has to ‘notify’ Jane – as they have an obligation together to put a stop to the spread of the ‘porphyria-epidemic’ to protect the City of Perth as the Cursed-trio.

Paul wasn’t eating his chicken noodle soup but was glued to the news footage – where he then saw his inspector-mother with a couple of detectives in the scene of crime…

‘… mom…? What if she ‘got’ bitten too…? I must ‘protect’ her…’

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THE DRUNK PETER WAS CAUSING HAVOC in the Chinese restaurant. The intoxicated one-armed tween was aroused by the miniskirts which the waitresses wore – and he grouped them, by grabbing their bottoms and ‘puppies.’ Bella saw him cursing slurs at the girls, who ran away from his sexual advances.

The restaurant manager came to Bella and insisted that the rebelling drunk-tween in his school uniform, to be removed from the premise before a customer complains was lodged – for serving alcohol to minors…

… that would be ‘disastrous’ too if her Uncle Wilford, of the management, would find out of the chaotic incident. Also, if it then became a police case where -- Peter’s inspector-of-Perth-mother herself, would come to know of ‘their’ whereabouts.

Bella sneaked Peter to the outside of the establishment -- to go to her ‘get away’ place as the sloshed Peter was in no condition to go home ‘yet.’ She then rode her Ducati superbike with one hand, while she held onto the blotto Peter’s single-arm, clenched around her belly…

… she wanted to take him to her ‘hideout’ which WAS A MOTEL ROOM – that she had frequently used to conduct ‘meetings’ with her animal activist group.

-O-

From the front-desk, the 14-year-old teenager picked up her ‘regular’ key to her motel-room. She guided the liquored-up tween up the stairs, who was wobbly in his steps.

In the motel room, Bella was confronted with inebriated Peter sitting on the bed, and uttering ‘nonsense’…

“You want to know a secret, Frenchie – I’m from the ‘future’ – I’m from 2 or 3 months away from ‘today,’ after that Treeton field trip incident where I was struck by lightning. My blood-type had overnight changed from B-rhesus group to the rare Golden-blood whereas, my bloody twin and blind-Janey have now got their superpowers -- and they could do all sort of things and feats, like flying like the human-torch and fire power-bolts ‘shooting-out’ from their fists…

“… that is beside the point -- but over there too, I had created a ‘successful’ brand called Perth’s Famous Couple, when I trained Janey to play tennis and we both then paired-up in the SHS mixed-doubles, and we beat those abled-bodied, Douglas Zimmerman and Zoe Williams, and got into the ‘next’ year’s schools-district selections…

“Come-on Bella B, we CAN DO IT IN this realm too – we can both be selected to next year’s playout tournament if we teamed up today, right-away– what say you, are you in or out…?”

Bella chuckled…

“… your blind-classmate played tennis…?”

The soused Peter was annoyed…

“… you don’t believe me, do you…?... but that ‘what’ happened there, where she used her AI device and coupled with her 3rd-eye superpowers – she ‘could’ see and hit the tenno ball – believe me, that what happened in the future realm…”

“If that was so – why don’t you partner-up with her, instead of asking me?”

“It's bloody complicated! We as the damned Perth’s Famous Couple, BROKE-UP over there – and now, she is going out with my bloody short-legged twin…”

… Bella laughed again. “Good luck to them – Tarzan Paul and Jane…!”

… Peter was still narked. “We can both be ‘famous’ too if you want…?”

“Okay-Pete, I would agree, only if you ‘join’ me in my ‘secret’ proposition!”

“… wha…? What are ‘your’ terms-and-conditions like…?”

Bella unfolded her clandestine and diabolic masterplans of going against the ‘system,’ as a member of the secret group called THE ‘HATEFUL-8,’ where her small closed-group of animal activists – who were ‘going-to’ free the caged monkeys ‘soon,’ in the South Perth Zoo, together with their leader Kirk Kiperman…

Peter was listening intensely, and then protested…

“No-no-no! Y’all be caught!”

“What do you mean…? Those monkeys should be left alone to their freedom in the wild -- and ‘not’ be captive in cages, like in zoos!”

“Look-here, look-here, y’all be caught – I’m from the ‘future’ AND I KNOW THAT!”

“Know ‘how…?’”

“I was ‘there’ at the zoo, rescuing that Jaheem, Janey’s Black-brother when it all ‘happened’ – this Hateful-8 of yours released those monkeys, but were caught the next day – because one of you drunkard bloody-fool got ‘sloppy,’ and BRAGGED ABOUT IT in social media and even posed a selfie with his face mask-on. And, that’s where my mom-the-inspector nabbed you all -- and case closed!”

“You’re shitting me, aren’t you…? I don’t believe you!”

“Don’t believe, all you want – but that’s the reality, cos I’m from the future, see…?”

Bella challenged him…

“If you are ‘really’ from the future, Peter – then device us a foolproof ‘plan,’ for a successful rescue-heist!”

“Whoa, leave me outta this, I’m the bloody ‘son’ of the Perth’s inspector, remember? – I can’t ‘get’ involved -- and, I’m already ‘not’ in pages of her ‘current’ good-book, in ‘this’ Perth…”

“What a ‘cowardly’ excuse!”

“Whoa, what coward…? Don’t challenge the inevitable cos I’m from the ‘future’ certain – and I know the outcome of things to come!”

“If that is so – I’m ‘not’ interested to be your tennis partner -- if you DON’T SHARE MY passion of ‘rescuing’ animals as an activist!”

“Come on, Bella – don’t say that… we are ‘good’ together – we are the ‘future’ PFC…”

“Then, bloody prove it – device the plan – and in return, I’ll play tennis with you!”

… Peter was quiet – he sighed…

“… you drive a ‘hard’ bargain here…”

… Peter laid-down sleeping on the King-sized bed…

“… okay… let me ‘sleep’ on it…”

“… Peter… Peter…”

Bella noticed that the drunk one-armed tween had ‘literally’ slept… lights-out…

… she was ‘disappointed’ – as-her intention was to fornicate with him, ‘once’ they reached the motel room – after Peter was aroused earlier, and ‘chased’ miniskirts in the restaurant…

… but all was ‘not’ lost – as she HAD ‘RECRUITED’ a new animal-activist follower…

She got naked and ran a bath, and contacted the ‘leader’ of the Hateful-8, in WhatsApp – telling of Peter Walker, the son-of-Perth’s-inspector who was onboard -- in their ‘secret’ mission, to rescue the slaved-primates that were caged-up in the zoo.

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PETER WOKE UP MORE THAN 3 HOURS LATER, with a terrible hangover – he grunted seeing Bella, on the comfy-chair while surfing the net on her cellphone, drinking a large cup of coke.

“… oh-great… you’re awake…”

“What time is it…?”

“7:45…”

“…O’ shit! My mom’s coming home…”

“Hey, you look dehydrated – drink the coke – I ordered you a Whopper cheese-burger too, thinking you may be hungry once awake, for munchies.”

Peter saw the coke, and he was seriously thirsty – ‘not’ much hungry -- as he wanted to puke whatever ‘disgusting’ black-matter he had eaten at that Chinese restaurant, earlier that afternoon.

He got up from the bed -- and straw-sucked the entire cup content, of watered-down ice-cube melted coke – and then rushed to the dunny to pee his bowels-out.

He rushed out from the bathroom, saying…

“We gotta go – chop-chop, yea – my inspector-mother is ‘coming’ home…!”

He stuffed the uneaten wrap of the Whopper-burger, into his school backpack…

“… it is a ‘sin’ to waste a good-burger…”

Both Bella and Peter checked out of the motel.

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THE DUCATI SUPERBIKE ARRIVED at the street front of the Macca – Peter jumped out of the bike, removed the helmet, and ‘searched’…

“… where is he…? Where is Jimbo?”

“… I donno, he’s your circle-of-friends – do you have his phone number?”

“I don’t think he owns a phone – he’s a homeless bum, who was a Geography teacher once before – and he’s certainly ‘not’ one of the homeless-assassins like in John Wick 3 either -- who have phones while sleeping in the street of New York – where is this retard Jimbo…? I bloody need my bike to go to school tomorrow!!”

Bella removed her helmet, and saw the one-armed tween ranting and nattering away in his frustration…

“Hey, if you want, I’ll pick you up and drop you in school tomorrow morning– then we come back here in the afternoon, and look for this Jimbo and get back your bike, now-how about it, Peter?”

“Bella, you’ll do that for me…?”

She grabbed him close and passionately kissed him…

“… anything for my Champ – so long he ‘keeps’ his end of the ‘promise’…”

The rapt Peter put on his helmet, and hopped on the superbike…

“Valkyrie, now ride your mighty-steed to Valhalla – before my mom gets home…”

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HOME ALONE, THAT EVENING PAUL was doing his Mr Alexzander Hull’s History homework, at the IKEA table. An hour earlier, he had his dinner – and did ‘not’ order any takeaway, as he did ‘not’ want to add expenses to his mom’s financial burden, which were bad…

… so, he then made his own grilled ham-and-cheese sanger, and ate it an hour earlier…

… he only had 2 set of sandwiches – as a 3rd would make him stuffed-and-sluggish to finish his history assignment…

… but he promised to have ice-cream later, once he finished the task as a self-reward.

His mother was still at work – and his twin, with whereabouts unknown…

… he wanted to be his mother’s good-son – and excelled in the final term, and be the 5th in his class in the exam and graduate as a senior next year…

… it would make his mother proud of him – and so ‘would’ his late-dad, if he was alive…

‘… Go! Gemini-Go…!”

-O-

An hour later, Paul heard a heavy sounding of a big-motorcycle at the front gate – he went and peeked behind the curtains, and saw in the dark ‘outside’ – at both his twin with Bella Beaulieu kissing at the side of the road.

Paul returned to the IKEA table and ‘pretended’ to study – he heard the front door unlocked. The one-armed tween had returned home as he dropped his backpack on the couch and walked to the kitchen…

… Peter reeked of alcohol as he passed the studying Paul – they both didn’t make eye-contact nor acknowledged each other – as they both were ‘not’ in speaking-terms, ever since they came ‘back’ to this-realm from Perthland.

Pushing his pen on the paper, Paul gauged his twin from the back of his head – who was going to the backdoor…

… Peter was outside and switched-on the washing machine – he stripped down his uniform, and dropped it to the washing drum which was filling up with water…

… in the half-state of drunkardness, he ‘almost’ made a mistake by pouring bleach instead of Dynamo liquid detergent – that would be a disaster where he would have a ‘ruined’ into a camouflaged green uniform after wash – and would get a massive scolding from his mother.

From the corner of his eyes, Paul saw the one-armed twin walking back in, wearing only his red underwear – going to the fridge, to get a can of coke – before he grabbed his backpack from the couch and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

He sighed at irresponsible lifestyle and attitude of Peter of 12-years in age – who had been drinking alcohol behind their mother’s back, and sneaking-out in the middle of the night out – to have sex with his new-found girlfriend…

… it pained him, to see the AI tech device sent by Jane’s uncle ‘gone’ to waste – because his twin wasn’t interested in school and studies.

Paul then ‘ignored’ him – WITH THE THOUGHT -- that was his wasted-future ‘not’ his…

… where he had his ‘own’ ambition to achieve, was be as architect-designer like his late-father.

-O-

Peter washed his face – and put on a t-shirt – and had his late dinner of the cold Whopper grilled cheese-burger with coke, in front of his laptop…

… and, with the ‘remaining’ liquid-courage -- to make a VIDEO ‘CONFESSION’ FILE attachment to Dr Jack Turner of the tech-firm Kimura Star…

… and. claiming ‘again,’ that HE WAS FROM THE ‘FUTURE’…

… and demanded’ the creation of HIS BIONIC ‘ROBOTIC-ARM.’