Prologue
I was preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and it was the most difficult ordeal I had yet faced in life. I had cooked before with the help of my mother and Alba but never alone. Tonight I was hoping to surprise Danny with his favorite onion soup and Schnitzel.
I used my superpower of finding out anything I want and looked through the best recipes in the world. That wasn't much trouble but carrying on the instructions was a different thing altogether. I had no special power to do that, so I had to rely on my human skills.
In a matter of minutes, I realized, I couldn’t even chop vegetables properly. They looked like a messy puddle.
But I went on, trying very hard to do as much as I could and when it was ready, I clicked a few pictures of the very first meal I had prepared all by myself.
I called Daniel to check on him but he didn’t pick up his phone. He must be busy or driving, I thought. I decided I'll use the time to straighten the kitchen. It was done quickly enough and Daniel still wasn’t there. I tried calling him again but with no better luck.
I grew pensive and trudged along the driveway when I saw his car closing in. Relief flooded through me and as soon as he was out of the car, I sprinted towards him to pull him into a hug.
“Where were you? I’ve been so worried,” I whispered and before he could answer I drove my lips towards his but he pulled away.
“Wait, don’t touch me. You’ll regret it,” he stated in a strangely firm and cold voice.
It didn’t sound like him but the voice wasn’t unfamiliar. I backed off slowly asking, “What are you talking about Daniel?”
“I’m not Daniel,” he murmured a little softly this time.
Assuming that this must be some kind of trick he’s playing at me, I chuckled, “Well, who are you then?”
“I’m Rhon,” he answered.
It was Rhon’s voice, I conceived. Not Rhon’s voice. But Rhon’s tone somehow in Daniel’s voice. But how and why was this? I couldn’t speak for a few seconds and nor did he.
“Where’s Daniel?” I muttered fearfully.
“I think he’s dead.”
