MAY'S POV....

I walk out of the room an leave Marko to let everything sink in and to get some rest. I go to the memory room to say good night to each of the boys. When it comes to the jars, I don't know much about them other than the fact that papa has had them well before I was born.

We started this remembrance sort of ritual where every morning and every night, we say good morning and good night to the jars and just to be extra special I always kiss the lids of the jars.

All papa has ever told was that the jars contain his brothers and they are there to remember them. I walk into the memory room and head towards the jars, I reach the one on the left first and kiss the top, I move to the one in the middle and do the same thing again. I go to the one on the right and kiss the top, "Ow!" I stand up, I turned to looked at the lid and notice a little bit of blood on top. I lift my hand to my lips and notice that they are a bit dry and chapped from the stress of the day.

"Good night boys, see you in the morning" I say to the jars.

'Oh well, I better get some Chapstick' I thought. I walked out of the room to head to bed. What I don't notice is the blood that came from my lip absorb into the lid.

Markos POV.....

I dont know what to make of any of this. Am I dead, am I dreaming or am I just going crazy. I dont know anymore. Also seriously how did Mays Father know my name. I am from the 80s, I need to find out how old he is, he has the same nickname as Laddie did. I still can't believe the I am in the future. I hope my brothers are okay, I hope they didnt get killed.

It's weird to be this tired at night, I am so use to sleeping during the day and being awake at night. I did enjoy the sun on me for the first time in forever. I forgot what the warmth was like.

But seriously I need to go to sleep.

Night World.

..TIME SKIP....

Mays POV.....

I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. I wonder what papa is making, I have missed his cooking while I was away camping. I walk to the kitchen and on the way, I check in on Marko to see that he is still sleeping. I will let him sleep for now until breakfast is ready. I walk into the kitchen and see papa at the stove.

"Good morning, Papa how are you after fainting last night?" I asked Papa.

"I am good thank you sweetheart, I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamed that I saw Marko in my living room but that can't be right?" Papa says confused.

"You weren't dreaming papa, that was Marko in the living room last night." I reply.

"But how, I swear he was killed when I was younger." Papa says in disbelief.

"Papa, what do you mean, he was killed when YOU were younger?!" I asked.

I was looking at Papa in disbelief. He wasnt making any sense; how would he know what happened. The only was he would know is if he was there and the lost boys isn't just a movie. I was not sure what to make of any of this. I decided to go wake up Marko and then find out answers afterword's.

"Hey Papa, I am going to go wake up Marko and then we are sorting this out, okay?" I let him know.

"Okay Sweetheart." Papa replied.