Mac’s eyes slowly opened
after what seemed to be an eternity. His vision however, was terribly
blurred for he could not differenchiate the masses of People and IFs
that surrounded him.
Frankie bent down and examined him.
“Yea..I think so.”
replied the weary, not fully awake Mac as he struggled to open his
“Well hey, at least
he’s alive right?” sneered a very uncaring and tone-less voice
from across the room.
“Bloo shut up!”
demanded Frankie as she picked up the boy with one arm and gently
began to stroke him softly on the head.
“What? Can’t I say
something without getting yelled at? GAWD you people are
began Mr. Herriman, “Do you realize the full extent of what you
have done to poor Master Mac? You could’ve killed him!”