THEY DROPPED OFF AKA AT HER HOUSE, and from the backseat, Jane saw – her brother getting off the car and accompanied his girlfriend to the gate, and they were briefly talking in Swahili and kissed their-goodbyes and love-yous…

… they ‘looked-like’ a perfect-couple, Jane thought, as she witnessed ‘them,’ on the first-day of gaining her eye-sight.

Aka waved-bye to Jane, as she entered her house – Samuel came back into the front seat, of the Ford, he turned his neck and dissed her…

“Am I your chauffer-driver, Sis? Come sit in the front – I’m already in deep trouble, driving without a licence, as-it-is…” Samuel mumbled to himself…

… it was only-then, Jane realised that the bright-orange Ford was ‘her’ car in this world – but she couldn’t drive, despite having a licence – but from where she ‘came’ from…

… her Mummy drove her B-girl around…

Jane got off and came over to the passenger’s seat, and buckled her belt – and she heard…

“From tomorrow onwards, you do your ‘own’ driving – no excuses of you having some-sort migraines or amnesia!”

-O-

On their journey, Jane was marvelled and mesmerized by the sounds and sights of the world, in a ‘country’ called Perthland… which she learned in Geography earlier…

… taught by a ‘dead’ person from her own-world.

Before-long, from the city-centre they were heading to the suburbs which had more greeneries – as Jane RECALLED…

… AS A BLIND-GIRL – riding-along with her-Mummy driving through lanes, with the similar sounds of rustling trees and bird-calls.

She was soon-distracting her brother’s driving, with child-like innocence…

“Sam, look at those birds flying…”

“Come-on, Sis – let ‘me’ drive!”

They approached a house with a blue, parked-Mazda SUV – and the cautious Samuel killed Ford’s engine, and steered the car in-stealth mode to park, beside their Mummy’s car. He quickly got off from the driver’s seat, and waited for Jane to come out from the cabin… he tossed over the keys, over the orange-roof… in good-reflex, she caught it, as Samuel said…

“Here, catch – thanks… returned your car-back, scratch-free…”

She saw her brother entering the house, with his backpack. But Jane remained outside, admiring their Wilsons well-kept lawn-front.

She had the ‘urge,’ and kicked off her runners, and walked on the grass barefooted – like she did-so as a blind-girl, feeling the grass beneath her feet, in every step she took – and Jane felt at-home, like in the ‘other’ Perth.

After 10-minutes of being-one with nature, Jane stepped into the house and found Samuel on the floor, playing with his Belgium Malinois – the moment the dog saw her – it bared its teeth growling, with Samuel ‘educating’ it, by holding its face towards his…

“Kitty… you-bad girl… it’s Janeee – Kitty… Janeee…”

Jane did ‘not’ make eye-contact with the canine, thinking to herself…

‘Does the dog know, that I’m ‘not’ the real-Janeee…?’

In the kitchen, she saw her mother was cooking – and felt odd, as her-real mother doesn’t cook ‘but’ Lola did that – as she-also remembered…

… asking about ‘Lola’ this morning, and they ‘punished’ her-instead to-take her meds – for her-asking about an ‘imaginary’ person…

“Mummy-come look, Jane has a new hair-style!”

Jane panicked when her brother called her – and her instant ‘reaction’ was to run-fast upstairs and hide in her room… until Jane heard Shelley, looking from the kitchen…

“Wow, that is nice – which magazine you ‘got’ that from?”

“… oh, err… ‘Perth’s Famous Couple’ magazine…” The stumped Jane replied.

“Okay-kids, go upstairs and wash-up for dinner, your daddy's getting home soon, get-going now – especially, you-Boyyo, bathe and scrub yourself-clean – you stink like the dog.”

“That’s a racist remark, Mummy…” He laughed out, rolling over with his dog.

Jane smiled to herself, and she went upstairs and realizing – that her-Mummy of this world wasn’t ‘ALL-CONTROLLING,’ IN EVERY FACET of her life, ranging from ‘lady-like’ mannerism to ‘acceptable’ fashion.

-O-

Dinner was served – it was his favourite, ‘spag-bol’ – on the table, Paul sat awkwardly with his ‘new’ family, which were the Dicksons. With him, in-front there was a version of his mother, a stepfather…

… but only-his twin Peter was ‘not’ around at the table…

… with his-whereabouts – was unknown.

Paul observed and-compared that ‘the-parents’ straight-away ate as a family on the table, unlike in the in his-universe of Walkers, when his-father was ‘still’ alive, who ate with them – that was-where Paul was taught by his mother to say the grace on the table before they ate…

… but ‘not’ here with the Dicksons…

… even it was the reverse-here where, this-mother ate spaghetti ‘meat-sauce’ Bolognese – while his real-mother back-there, was a vegetarian… he remembered-then, Peter used to tease their vegan-mother, on their IKEA table…

‘… Mom-nom-nom… come back to the dark side…’

But everything had changed, when their father died in the-crash and they-both were crippled too – then, there were no more family-table dinners – when their widowed-mom was busy working-late as an a-single mother, who studied-also after-work, to pass her detective-exam, just to earn-more-moola…

… it was where their exhausted-mother had stopped cooking altogether, and the Walker-household ordered take-outs, for their every meal…

Paul was recalling ‘when’ his real-mother, had ‘last’ cooked over-back there, for-them – and he was taken-aback where he ALSO HAD ‘SPAG-BOL’ that night…

… the ‘same’ night – his beloved-Alicia was attacked with a blow-in-head, that landed her for a month in a coma.

Paul looked at his plate, ‘after’ his reveries… and was surprised he had-finished his pasta, and –he ‘had’ to refill, for a 2nd serving, with parmesan cheese – because this-mother had cooked A REALLY-TASTY MEAL like his real-mom…

… and-he’s a foodie, he ‘knew’ that 😉…

‘… do people of different altered-realities, exchange recipes in their sleep…?’

Paul decided ‘not’ to daydream and focus on the mister-and-missus, who sat in front of him – who were talking softly exchanging their daily-work lives – treating him like an ‘invisible’ stepson. Anyway, the table-talk was mundane topics and mentioning of unknown names of their colleagues...

… nothing informational to gather, with his task of to ‘learn-and-adapt’ in this-realm so that he could learn about-of his mysterious-self as ‘the’ teenager – who had-somehow…

… fell from grace, in the eyes of Caroline Dickson.

Paul was baffled that-they did ‘not’ mention nor bring-up the subjects of Solomon Walkers’ warning that he would ‘sue’ the Dickson for harassment – nor of him ‘molesting’ Alicia… made him-go-back into that uneventful memories of-that morning, of being kicked in the groin, and taken down by that Asian-teenager…

… he NOW ‘HATED’ her…

… and the consequences of the ‘injustice,’ that-had transpired since-then, which Paul felt was unfair to himself…

…and-now…

… he referred this bad-version of the teenaged Asian-girl as Chinatown-Wong, in his thoughts…

The mister-and-missus caught the teenager eavesdropping, to their table conversation – Caroline spoke-out…

“We have ‘finished’ dinner – where is your brother, and why is he ‘not’ at home?”

Paul shrugged his shoulders. “… don’t know…”

“What you mean ‘don't-know’ – you are part of the ‘brat-pack’…?”

Paul was back as the ‘visible-one’ at the table, as the adults spoke of the ‘brat-pack’ in their law-enforcement views… SO HE LISTENED, without interrupting, to learn-more…

In this-world, Terry Donovan was the ‘only’ son of the Irish-lawyer Michael Donovan, who lets him get-away with his wrong-doings…

‘… what? What about his twin, Raymond? And, his cousin too? This Donovan-trio were assholes, from where I came from…’

Michael Donovan also was Wilson’s family lawyer too – and the ‘delinquent’ girl too got off the hook, for her misbehaviour… which explained the video of the ‘brat-pack’ drunken-ruckus in his phone’s gallery…

‘Are Peter and Jane being ‘still’ together? Back-there, Perth’s Famous Couple had broken-up…’

Paul then remembered Jane showing him her phone – her Samsung album-gallery was filled with selfies of her ‘new’ boyfriend Douglas Zimmerman – and, they were kissing too…

… which made him kind-of jealous…

“Did you call him?”

Caroline broke his reverie…

“Huh… why?”

“Because he is your brother… wherever he goes, you go with him…”

‘… okay, it’s my brother's keeper routine… so it applies, in ‘this’ realm-too…’

“Did you call him?” Caroline repeated the ‘same’ question again…

“No… but I will ‘now.’”

Paul saw the main serving-bowl of spag-bol was more-than 3-quarter empty – he had 2 extra-large portions of the pasta… eating into Peter’s share…

… after a full-meal, he excused himself and left the table – to wash his dinner plate, and was eavesdropping the Dickson-parents stating the obvious, that Peter ‘shuts-off’ his phone, and was up to no good, as he roamed around the city, in his DeLorean.

Before he went upstairs, he acknowledged…

“Thanks-Mom, your pasta was excellent.”

Paul bent-over to kiss her cheek…

… she cringed, uncomfortable with the sudden and unexpected affection – but-Paul ‘understood’…

… that she saw the-ex-husband ‘in’ them.

But Paul didn’t keep-to-heart, as those-people here in this-realm were ‘NOT’ HIS FAMILY…

…but he pitied them-instead, as their ‘twins’ had under-served their expectations, with disappointments…

… he looked at his watch… 7:48 PM…

… he had promised a-certain someone from his ‘own’ realm, that he would call her at 8 – to kindergarten her of how to read-and-count.

<>

DINNER WAS SERVED WHEN ANTHONY WILSON, came home in his Mercedes Benz. Jane came down when she was called, for her ‘first’ family-meal – but Samuel joined them in a-bit after he called his girlfriend. They sat at the table…

… and had a spread of roast beef, mashed potatoes, rice, salads and mix-fried broccolis and Brussel-sprouts.

Jane sat quiet, looking consistently at her father – and she was enjoying the table-talk, as an observer of ‘this’ happy-family and compare it to her world, where HER FATHER WAS SELDOM at the dinner-table – where over ‘there’…

… she had dinner for-3, prepared by their housemaid-Lola…

… and Jane-then ate with her doctor-mother and her Baby-brother…

… she was glad to be a ‘foster-child’ from another world, to the Wilsons-here.

And, after regaining her sight-today, she saw how her Black-tween brother ‘stood-out’ odd in the table with his very-dark complexion – and wondered ‘why’ they had adopted him from Kenya?

In her world…

… Shelley could not’ conceive another child…

… after 10 years of having their B-girl, AND HER FATHER WANTED A SON…

… over here…

… their tween-son was the Wilson-parents’ pride and joy – where ‘Boyyo’ excelled in class and was in the SHS’ basketball team's try-outs – and-also, Samuel was most-popular in school for his singing talent, where he was the rapper – with the ‘odd’ stage-name, Popobawa the Vampire…

… where-else…

… ‘his’ elder teen-sister was a pampered problem-child to-the Wilsons, who was useless in her-studies, but her parents were supportive of her sports-talent instead – where this teen-Jane had won the school’s district championship as champion and was nominated as SHS’ Sports-Girl of the Year.

Earlier…

… both ‘parents’ praised her hairdo, which made Jane blush – but-she was relieved, they said that unlike…

… the nit-picky doctor-mother of her world, who dead-against her sporting the ‘funky’ look.

Jane held onto her dreadlocks while she ate, as it got in-the-way when she ate, and she-then tied her locks with her pink-hairband.

… she was quiet…

… listened to her brother sharing news that he would be performing on stage at the talent-time, for the-UK ‘visitors’ during the 131st anniversary of the high-school…

… happening on the day-after-tomorrow.

Then, for every 5 minutes…

… Jane whispered to Samuel asking the time – because in the kitchen-dining area, did ‘not’ have a clock… Jane had-already figured out all-her 10 digits, when earlier…

… at the backseat of the Ford, she had switched on her-cellphone with a clock-face, with the long-hand-and-little-hand…

… now it was…

… the 26 alphabets puzzle, where Paul had promised to teach her…

… to ‘read,’ via YouTube videos…

…Paul was an excellent teacher too, from her-world – where…

… he had taught her how-to ‘fly’…

At the midst of the table-conversation…

… Shelley interrupted Jane’s reverie and asked her why she was quiet…

… to which, Jane responded that she was tired after tennis-practice at the country-club – and she-was relieved…

… that Samuel did ‘not’ bring-up the subject on-the-table… of-the ruckus by Peter Walker, whilst there, and he was ‘thrown-out’ from the ground, by securities.

-O-

The Wilsons had finished their dinner gathering, and-Jane volunteered to help Shelley to wash the dishes… she tried to have small-talk with ‘mother,’ asking if she still went for ‘swimming’ at the country-club swimming pool – to which…

… Shelley told she could ‘not’ afford membership in ‘such’ luxuries, with amounting-expenses of education of Samuel and her…

… but the ‘mother’ was glad that Jane had a ‘boyfriend’ in Douglas Zimmerman – who had invited her to join him in tennis training, with ex-international coaches to up-her game. Shelley also…

… reminded her ‘NOT’ TO HANG-OUT with the Walker-twins…

… who were bad-medicine… to her downfall in depression.

-O-

Soon it was family-time…

… for the Wilsons – as they gathered in front of the telly watching the reality-show ‘Perthland’s Got Talent’ – but Jane excused herself…

… and said she was ‘tired’ and was going upstairs – from-below…

… Shelley reminded-back to her, to take her meds…

… she saw her tween-brother sitting on the floor anticipating the start of the TV show… which reminded of her-back of TV-addict Baby-brother, who would pester her whenever she went up-the-stairs, to join him to-watch the Jungle-Book with him… calling-out…

“Come, Jane-come… see-Popobawa…”

-O-

Jane opened the room-door, with the on-the-dot timing, FOR HER VIDEO-CALL. With her regaining her sight this-morning, she had-now A DETAIL OF HIS FACE, that came-along with his smoother ‘voice’ which she already’ knew,’ that separated him from his-twins…

… as Paul spoke…

… Jane recalled the-Paul she ‘knew’ back-then, who was ‘awkward,’ where they were both were ‘shy’ with each-other – and needed-Alicia to communicate initially – and even her bestie had teased, her blind-self that ‘PAUL-LIKES-HER.’

But that soon changed…

… when they got their cursed-superpowers, and from then onwards they-BOTH SPOKE AND SHARED MORE, of their personal-lives and mission-tasks like besties…

Gazing at the screen…

… Jane spotted even ‘more’ details of him, and compared-him to his twin, whom she saw-too this morning…

… Paul was pale, had a neat dark hairstyle that fitted with brown-eyes, and was ‘not’ bad looking compared to…

… his-more attractive rubicund-tanned twin, with longer and unkempt hair, and was athletic-built like-her…

… and they spoke of Peter…

“… dunno where he went and was not’ here at the Dicksons for dinner, and I get the bloody-blamed for-it…” Paul sighed.

“Pauly, he turned-up just-now at the country-club, with that… irritating-species buddy of his, and he ‘did’ his ‘usual’ trouble…”

“… huh… what trouble!?”

Paul sighed again, as he got ‘her’ message ‘late,’ with the-unknowing had bugged him all-evening of his twin’s whereabouts – since the-dissing he had from his ‘stepfather’ earlier, who had talked-down at him, underling both their ‘unwelcome’ presence-in his house…

… but he was understanding with Jane – who don’t-know how to use her-phone.

“He just showed up to my surprise – and challenged Dougie to play against him – and when he lost, he-then lost his head – and they had to chase him away… the guards-did that…”

“I sure-it’s the drugs – the Dicksons ‘knows’ he is an addict, and they give him occasional drug test at home… maybe that why he didn’t turn up tonight…”

“Is that so… I thought I reminded him, ‘not’ to take drugs.”

Paul remembered the ‘ultimatum’ she gave to his-twin back there, as the ‘condition’ that Jane gave him in-order SHE PLAYED HIS-PFC REMATCH, despite-after – Peter had made an attempt to ‘kill’ her-Dougie, by Sparta-kicking him-over, from the school-stairs…

“So how was your training with Dougie?”

Her voice-broke as Jane confessed…

“Paul, why am cursed… TO HAVE PETER’S TALENT in this teenaged-world…? And … it is the reversed-too in my studies… as I have TAKEN HIS ‘LAST’ SPOT IN CLASS… where-now I can’t read nor write…”

Paul was quiet…

… recalling that the principal Mrs Burnell showing the ranking of his class – where Peter was ‘better’ than him, in the backbenchers. Now, he too can’t condemn’ his twin…

… unlike-he used to, when-he was the 9th boy in middle school, in the ‘other’ Perth’s classroom

“Jane, don’t cry… it is NOT’ YOUR FAULT to be here – and, I’m no-better to-be here too myself.”

The sobbing Jane consoled him too…

“I feel sorry for you too – you kissed Alicia, and now you got into trouble – I went over to MataHari just now today and to finally realize, ‘that’ was ‘NOT’ MY DEAR-BEST-FRIEND, from our-world…”

“You went to MataHari? Why?”

She told him that she found Ali’s keychain on the toilet floor and went over her mother’s shop – and Alicia wasn’t there and she decided to get her hair-done – with-the details of the mother-Robin, who ‘couldn’t’ recognize her but was ‘still’ married, in this world to Ali’s father. Then Alicia returned-back… and all-hell-broke-lose – and-instead of Alicia thanking her for the keychain, she scolded instead and chased out…

This angered Paul more…

“You should have gone to the school’s lost-and-found desk-instead and dropped that keychain – and would save-yourself the trip, and those-insults from ‘that’ bitch…err, sorry I…”

“… don’t apologize-Pauly – she was ‘one.’

They both laughed…

“Honestly-Paul, how do I look…?

… Jane surprised Paul as she let her hair-down by removed her pink hairband and shook her head – and her 3 blonde-dreadlocks dropped on her face – Paul got excited as he saw her, on his iPhone screen.

“Wow! Jane, you look gorgeous.”

“Thank-kew…” Jane grinned sheepishly… to his-compliment, wiping her tears.

“You look like ‘how’ you were, in the PFC back-there.”

“Hah! I’m glad there is no-more bloody-PFC over-here.”

Paul laughed out aloud…

“So, what did you doctor-mother say about it?”

Suddenly Jane whispered like she revealed a well-kept secret…

“Pauly, I like to share this – these Wilsons ‘are’ good-parents, and even forgiving too – and I don’t know how this-teenaged Jane screwed-up, and became so rebellious like -- how-Alicia is – and both-girls are rivals too-here…

“… as for the Wilson household, they are too good to be ‘true,’ and even don’t pressure their unappreciative ‘daughter,’ who is ‘not’ good in her studies.”

Paul sighed…

“… my-Dickson-family treat their sons like criminals…”

“…oh-is it? I’m so sorry…”

“Yea-I’m sorry for myself-too… since I’m ‘stuck’ here, might as well take it as it is, and ENJOY-MY PROBLEMS… I guess.”

“No-no, Pauly – you should ‘not’ do that, that is a ‘loser’ way-out… well, I don’t know if I were to-get to go-back-home to my real-mummy, baby-brother, Ali-and-you…

… and be StarGirl once again and join you to fight evil – but the-reality is…

… if I’m trapped ‘here’ too in my teen-self version, But-I want to adapt and make changes for the positive. So-what ‘if’ I fail at first, and don’t graduate this year…

… but I will stand up and try and try again, till I succeed – and-you should do that-too, Paul…

… please don’t give up on yourself.”

“… hmm, yea, I guess I ‘can’ do that too…” Paul let-go a deep-sigh…

… he nodded to ‘please’ her…

… but deep down he felt he was at the end-of-the-line… with the Dicksons had foreshadowed – they would kick him out when he doesn’t graduate and turned 18. But…

…he told himself he should at least help Jane to get her 2ND CHANCE of her-fresh start…

… for the next 2 hours…

he taught her the alphabets and some pronunciations… and-since he ‘sucked’ at teaching – he used some YouTube videos, as his explanation-aid…

It had gone-to 10 PM at night…

… and tomorrow was school day – but the teens were still lying in in their-beds and continued their video-call, sharing stories – of their-own-world’s real realities both pre-and-post becoming THE MEMBERS OF THE CURSED-TRIO…

… and how-since Egypt, Asmodeus-since had ‘punished’ them, when the-trio…

… last-had foiled his-evil presence to walk on earth-Perth…

… they both missed their ALTERED SUPERHERO-EGOS as StarGirl and Gemini Blue – and the mighty superpowers…

… they had-possessed, when-as mere-handicap-students…

-O-

It was CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT – and Paul saw Jane’s constant yawning, with her blue-eyes gone smaller-and-smaller like the size of his ‘girlfriend’ of his-own-world. And, he suggested they-both should call-it-a night, and see each other later in school, in the morning.

After their good-nights, on his bed, Paul said his prayers and counted his blessings…

… and his last pleasant thoughts, were-when he went on THEIR FIRST FLIGHT MISSION together…

… to rescue Jane’s kidnapped brother in the zoo…

… where he-held Jane Wilson – like-how Superman-held-Lois Lane…

….as they soared-up-up-and-away…

…into the night-skies…

… zzz…

-O-

On her bed, her last sweet-thoughts were that of Pauly saying her dreadlocked hairdo was ‘gorgeous’…

… she smiled as the drifted to the dream-world, with-the warm-feelings of falling in love with her bestie-Paul Walker…

… despite the grudge-match at the country-club – WHERE 2-OTHER TEENAGERS, too-had fought-earlier in the tennis court, ‘for’ her love…

… but she had ‘decided’ – that-PAUL WAS THE ‘ONE’ for her, in this teen-realm.

At her kip-state – on the brink of unconsciousness…

… she felt a mental ‘bump’…

‘…oh-no! … IT IS HAPPENING AGAIN… I ‘don’t’ want to go there…’

-O-

She was EXPERIENCING OBE – AS HER TWEEN-AURA was separating from her teenaged ‘host,’ as she floated-up towards the rotating ceiling fan. The aura was struggling to return-back to her-sleeping physical body… the harder her inner-effort, the aura too slowly-rotated on her-side, as it kept-on floating-up…

… the yellow glowing Jane was 180, as she floated upside-down – and saw her teen-self below her on the Queen-sized bed, in pleasant and peaceful slumber… smiling as she was into-her ‘own’ separate-dreamworld, with Paul Walker…

‘… Jane-quick, wake-up!’

… it was too late, as she SUCKED-INTO MOTHER VENUS’S DESIGN – of-a spell-charm that Venus had put on enchanted soulmates, to meet in their nightly-dreams.

Now Jane hated Venus who was ‘invading’ her privacy and personal-space – to amend her ‘own’ guilt, after the death of her own-soulmate, Leeu the Lion…

… wherein Egypt, Jane had MADE A PERSONAL-SACRIFICE of destroying the vial containing the ‘Blood-of-Peter’ – which Venus claimed to be Jane’s soulmate loss – wherein a brave and selfless sacrifice effort of the Blind-one had-made to rescue her-Perth, by preventing the coming of Old-man Asmodeus, to reign more terror, when the Evil-one walked the earth, once more…

… but Jane DON’T LOVE Peter any-more…

Jane wished she could give Venus a piece-of-her-mind, to back-off – and ‘not’ to interfere in her ‘own’ dream-space – and the Mother of Virgo ‘should’ let-go of her ‘own guilt’ of her lion-soulmate’s death…

… she also wished she could apply a Firewall in the Dream-world-too, to prevent future-OBEs – like she had done-to Boyyo – to prevent her-own Uncle Jack Turner, from accessing and interfering with ‘her’ personal life…

…but it is too late now…

… as she floated up to the ceiling fan, like a phoenix rising from the ashes – and saw-too Zephyr-the-wind-god circling the room, carrying his soulmate Chloris – AS-THE TWEEN-aura, was-then sliced by the ceiling-fan into golden cosmic dust-burst of phoenix feathers, as accompanied by the white-rose petals thrown by the flower-nymph Chloris, which landed softly below-on her teen-self, on the Queen-sized bed…

… as Jane was TELEPORTED INTO THE DREAM-WORLD, where her ‘soulmate’ awaited.

-O-

The tween-aged Peter, carrying his broken Babolat racquet, was the ‘first’ to arrive at the garden… that was in tranquil at night, where 4-legged animals slept, for the day.

‘… where and what is this jungle…? Why Janey ‘decided’ that we should meet here – where there is ‘not’ a Maccas at sight?’

The boy saw a pond ahead, with moonlight reflection on it – and Peter ambled towards it, with a head full of uneventful thoughts-and-disappointments, of his first day as a teenager, in a country called Perthland.

He peeked-over at the still water, and saw HIS TWEEN REFLECTION and was glad it was ‘not’ his ‘loser’ teen-self. He then backed-away – in horror-movie mode… in case, if-there was a crocodile that would splash-out into the open-still-water, and to devour him…

… a fear instilled in his psyche… when he fell recently into the croc-pool, during the rescue of Janey’s brother, at the zoo…

‘… better safe-than-sorry – that Peter Pan’s Captain Hook guy, got his arm chewed by a croc, right...?’

He sat on a large bounder by the pond, he looked at his Babolat in ‘regrown-useless’ left arm… where he lost his mojo and was defeated – by the hands of his rival Douglas Zimmerman, who had beaten him, in a humiliating 6-love…

The brooding Peter looked up – and saw an unusual anomaly hovering over his head… it-was 3 flying-naked babies…

“Crickey! What Tinker-Bells nonsense are these?”

The cherubic cupids were calling him-out, in their Chipmunk-sounding voices…

“Peeta! Peeta! Peeta!”

“Bugger-off, you cockroaches!”

They annoyed him further by being playful – which-it reminded him of his father’s new set of children… ‘those’ mixed-breeds, which Lola, his new-wife had spawned.

The spirited cupids were then mischief, as the pulled Peter’s hair and when he got angrier – they giggled when he could ‘not’ swat them in his racquet, as they flew-off fast…

“Get-away! Go-on – bloody scoot-off!”

‘… they were like pigeons… they come close, but can’t catch them…’

… then Peter made a self-challenge – to catch ‘one.’

He put a fake-friendly smile, and laughed along, as they continued their-innocent teasing.

Peter lunged forward a caught one by the wing, and swat another with his Babolat, and it fell on the grass.

He was in Joker-mode laughter, and…

… he stomped the fallen cupid to its near-death, with his runners – while the one, that-he held was-biting his hand, in desperation-to-escape…

… Peter snapped its-neck, and tossed it on the grass…

… and bludgeoned the-other lifeless…

… the terrified 3RD CUPID, WAILED IN DISTRESSED in the quiet garden, as it flew away…

“Get lost into the womb, you come from, you flying-rat!”

Peter was laughing hysterically, looking-down proudly at his dead-cupids kills – until he then heard a shrilled voice of a girl, in the dark…

‘Janey is here…’

He wiped his bloodied Babolat, in his dark tracksuit pants, and kicked both of the carcasses on the grass like footballs, into the pond…

… feeling ‘clever’ to leave no-evidences… Peter left the crime-scene…

-O-

Jane arrived in the garden from another-dimension and stood in the grass with scores of big-snakes slithering around. At first, she did ‘not’ know what animal it was – as she was a blind-girl from yesterday, who had not ‘seen’ such reptiles before… with no-legs…

But her instincts of general knowledge-kicked-in, that classified a group of species, that don’t need legs to move-around… fear kicked in, at the thought of the ‘reptile’ species, ‘seen’ glimmering under the pale-moonlight…

Her legs ran as the reptiles, were slinking and moving towards her…

“Snakes!!!”

Jane ran into a jungle and spotted a boy sitting under a fruit-tree – she sprinted towards him, to find Peter eating a shiny-apple… she stopped when she spotted a big, long and fat albino snake wounding itself, on the low-hanging branch above Peter’s head…

She pointed and warned…

“Peter! Snake!”

He chuckled…

“No-worries Janey, it’s just a ‘dream’ – you can’t die, in one, right…?”

“But such-dreams can lead to nightmares!” She replied to him.

Peter then noticed some ‘changes’ in Jane Wilson, which HE DID ‘NOT’ SEE, in the classroom earlier – angered, he stood up on his feet, POINTING AT HER-DREADLOCKS…

“Why you have the PFC hairstyle OVER ‘HERE?’ Are you trying to seduce more-boyfriends, like a flirting-loose Sheila? Yea, good-luck, now-that you have teen boobs-and-curves!”

“What ‘did’ you just-say, you-fool!!?”

“There you are… ‘importing’ the-fashion from our-world… and-now that you have stolen my tennis-playing talent-too, and becoming the #1 Girl yourself-who went-on winning the school-championship – and humiliating me-just now, with your-boyfriend beating me… and you then-get to ‘choose’ your-alpha, is that it?”

Peter told her-off while waving his racquet at her…

“Hey, I didn’t ask to be put here, okay – one moment I was blind, and the next day I can see, and possess-your bloody-talent! EVERYTHING-HERE IS ‘NOT’ REAL… we are handicaps with-now perfect bodies, THAT IS ‘NOT’ REAL, OKAY! Listen-here, let’s ‘not’ fight – it’s the workings of Asmodeus, and he is punishing us-all, just remember-that, Peter!”

“Yeah, you still expect me to believe, like-that Asmo-character exist… if he does-so, seems he is REWARDING YOU MORE, with my own-bloody dreams of greatness, yea?”

“Listen-you drongo – this bloody-teenaged life-version IS ‘NOT’ OUR REALITY, and so-is ‘this’ dreamworld-here – it is the Mother of Virgo’s design – we must get over-back into our realities, in middle school where we are a bunch of 12-year-olds back-there!”

“Now you blame that Venus-bitch, where you were chumps with the Mother-of-Virgo yesterday, and now you are blaming her too? So, what is your ‘own’ doctor-mother saying about this hairstyle of yours… because yesterday, you were saying-about she doesn’t like it – what is she saying now?”

“She is ‘NOT’ MY MOTHER IN THIS WORLD, I don’t care whatever she says – whether she likes it or ‘not’…!”

“Whatever, yea-Janey whatever?”

“Peter, are you-back on drugs? YOU CAN’T SEEM TO-KNOW, what are facts-and-what ‘not.’

He raised his voice, in denial…

“No-I’m ‘not,’ but are you?”

“Listen-here – THIS IS ‘NOT’ OUR-WORLD… I’m with Paul, and we are going to put ‘our’ heads together… and figure-out ‘how-to’ get back to our-world – Peter…

“… are you with-us?”

Peter was quiet for a moment…

“Okay, UNDER ‘ONE’ CONDITION – only-if you break-up with that bloody-Dougie – and get back-to me cos’ YOU ARE MINE, and we are meant to be together-forever and ever, Amen…”

“But I don’t love you anymore, Peter… and I don’t believe, we both are some bloody-soulmates… just drop that ridiculous idea that WE WILL COMEBACK TOGETHER – I just-want to get back to our-world-Perth, and solely focus in my education…”

Jane saw Peter losing it, as he was sobbing profusely – but she was ‘not’ taken by his theatrics, by playing the ‘victim.’

“… Janey… why… why-don’t you love me…? Today-I… lost my father… and my mother too… and she is now married to that-Agent Dick-Dickson… NOW YOU…

"... you are leaving-me too…this is unfair, I’m indeed ‘cursed’…”

They both noticed a circular portal, growing in-size as it was-opening… Peter was now-angry…

“I DON’T NEED YOU anymore, Jane! I am going to soul-search for my-own answers – I’m going to find MY DEAD FATHER, WHEREVER HE IS…”

Peter walked towards the portal…

“Peter, come back!!!”

She cried-out observing him, entering the circular ‘doorway’… and it closed, in front of the shocked Jane Wilson’s eyes.

‘… where will he go…?’

-O-

She felt lightheaded as her energies were draining-out from her body – Jane knew Venus’ dreamworld-meeting had come to an end, and soon – she would go to her deep-sleep mode… in comfort-safe-zone…

… in her bed, of the Wilsons’ residence…

… her tween- aura floated into the oblivion-plane… whereas-usual, she would re-enter the same-way, she left just now…but in reverse – from the ceiling-to her teen ‘host,’ on the bed…

… this time around, she felt ‘strange’ – and Jane forced herself to be conscious-again to be alert, to why it was ‘not’ in the ordered -mode… why was these ABNORMAL ‘AROUSAL-FEELINGS’ was she experiencing, in this-particular out of the ordinary ‘jump’…?

Outside the roof of the Wilsons’ house – her-aura re-entered her ‘space’… from the room’s ceiling-to-bed…

… behold, she saw A DARK ENTITY – ON-TOP OF her-sleeping teenaged ‘host’…

“HOII!!!”

Jane yelled-out, to distract it, as-she descended from above…

… below, on the bed – the deep-purple-skinned entity too was surprised… and its neck did a 180, to look-and-respond…

“O Blind-one, you had return – we meet-again soon – another-world, another-time!!!”

The incubus cackled and jumped to escape into the opening portal.

The state-of-shocked, tween-aura reached the floor, and saw the circular-portal closed – and-what Jane found shocking in the darkroom was – the escaped dark-entity had the likeness in-its FACE OF PETER WALKER…

… her head was spinning-in dizziness – as the aura collapsed onto the teen-host, in the bed…

… and ‘merged’… and Jane fell into a deep-sleep spell.

-O-

The DeLorean was parked at the docks, at the coastal line-of Perth City. In the car’s cabin, Peter woke up at the steering wheel to an arousal-dream, and the first ‘face’ he recalled, was his ex-girlfriend – Jane Wilson…

… he sighed at the thought…

… and heard someone snoring beside him, at late that night – and-it was SHS-uniformed Terry fast-asleep, in the reclined passenger-seat, hugging himself, with an empty bottle of vodka in his-arms.

Peter recall that-he held Terry ‘hostage’ – as he doesn’t to be ‘alone,’ and needed his company – on the first day of his ‘arrival’ into this-altered reality… where his fate-and-luck, had been in reverse. He was also scared to go home, as this version of his police-mother – would test him, for drugs if he went back. He then remembered…

… after the humiliation-defeat at the John Mayor Country-club – both the Irish-clobbers went on an up-to-no-good cruising-spree, in the afternoon to cool-it off – where Peter had-used Terry as his ‘personal’ ATM, as he had a credit-card – where they bought some snacks-and-smack to eat-and-smoke, and washed it all down, with 2 ‘individual’ bottles of vodka from the Bottle-O.

Peter got off his car to stretch, and felt nippy by-the blowing coastal wind – he lighted up a ciggy and sat on a public-bench facing the Sydney Opera House. The teenager felt that he doesn’t belong here, WHERE HE WAS A LONER… he-then recalled the argument he had with an ex-girlfriend in his dreams…

… where he-also learned of the-Cursed-trio’s next mission…

… that Janey and Poe would be finding a way to go ‘home-sweet-home’ – if that opportunity ‘arrived,’ they WOULD ‘NOT’ LEAVE HIM-BEHIND, and he would be willing to follow them back, and leave this Perthland where his God-given tennis-talent had been ‘taken’ from him – and ‘going’ back his-Perth City, where ‘everybody’ knew-him well, for his PFC brand.

Furthermore, in a couple of months, Janey’s uncle would be delivering his robotic-arm – where he would train-hard and be-back in the-game, in the Boy’s category…

… where-by, he and Jason Lang would get-INTO THEIR MARKETING-BIZ STRATEGIES, to have back his-leverage in popularity-fame in tennis.

The teenager sat and smoked – with thoughts of Janey, who had-rejected his ‘love’ – maybe, he should forget her altogether – to go back to his ‘first’ love, which was his dreams…

… to be THE BEST TENNIS PLAYER in the world…