|A Hollow Gap
Author: Mysterious Loser PM
He said, "You have one minute before you die." Die? What? Just a moment ago, Ethan Kairos was asleep in his bed. Now Sox was talking. Wait, talking? Sox nudged something toward him. "Someone wants you dead, Ethan. Use this Hollow Pen to escape. NOW." ON HIATUS.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense - Chapters: 2 - Words: 10,114 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 03-03-09 - Published: 02-20-09 - id: 4876594
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Disclaimer: I don't own Time Hollow.
A/N: Finally, a category for this awesome game (I actually checked here when the game was first released, saw nothing, and just saw a category today. So maybe I'm a little late)! Anyway, this is my first Time Hollow fanfic and it's post-game, so there's lots of spoilers. Please let me know how I did!
So I'll be writing my stories in order of importance. If you want to see more of this story, please review and tell me so, or vote in the poll on my author's page. Thanks much!
A Hollow Gap
Discord in the Aftermath
The bell had rung.
Students trickled out from the school gates, a loud buzz from them escaping overhead. Most had left in groups of friends while others wandered off alone. Many would spend their after school time either at Chronos, pretending to be sophisticated, or down at the park. Some would venture to the library for studying, like Morris had. The sun hung high, a cloudless, blue sky shading in the after hours before dusk.
Ethan watched from his window as a group of his classmates passed by his house. If he looked out far enough, he could probably see Vin and his sister walking home from the corner of the street. He pulled his body in, his back popping from having stayed in that position for too long. He let his eyes slowly trail to his bed, adjusting to the darkness from having stared at the outside light for too long.
Mom and dad were at work, back to their everyday routine like they had been doing for years. Almost like…that was what they had been doing forever.
Ethan blew a wisp of hair from his eyes. Probably don't even remember what happened two weeks ago.
Dad had, right? If he had, he hadn't really mentioned it since that first morning Ethan had seen their smiling faces at breakfast.
It didn't matter, Ethan figured. It was all right that everything had been cleaned up and that he had been able to save everyone.
He fell back against his bed, startling Sox, who had been sleeping. Meowing, Sox bounced away from the boy and onto the bookshelf against the wall with the window. He was still for a moment after that, and lifted his paw to wash it.
Eyes half-lidded, Ethan let his head fall so that half of his face was against the bed and he was staring at the wall.
I'd go to Chronos today, but she's working. Uncle Derek's probably there, too, helping swap the menu up for the evening.
That was one of his many problems. Others rained down on him, but she was his most obvious one.
Then the letter had come.
Uncle Derek…from the past…I wonder how he's doing. I'm sorry that I had to leave him there.
Their daughter went to his school now. Her name was…Karen…or something. He'd only met her for a brief moment. And he hadn't seen her since.
He had only thought of something else to add to the matter, but the shouting from outside distracted him. He rolled back over and gazed at the window, focusing all attention on the voice.
"—han! Hey! Ethan!"
"…Sounds like Vin," he rocked himself to a standing position and ducked as he stuck his head out the window.
A waving hand caught his attention and Ethan recognized his childhood friend. Giving a wry smile that he was sure Vin couldn't see anyway, he waved back.
"Dude! Everyone's going to Chronos today! Why don't you get out of that dreary house of yours and come hang?"
Still smiling, the other shook his head, "I'm not feeling up to it today, Vin. I will tomorrow, all right?"
Dropping his hand in midair, Vin's face dampened and he crossed his arms over his head. "You've said that everyday for the last couple of weeks, man. What's up with you, anyway? No one's even seen you around school. Did someone in your family die?"
Ethan laughed, "No, nothing like that. I'm just not up for coffee today. Tomorrow. I promise." His hands were on the latch, ready to close the window.
"Ethan," Vin said, more seriously, "I'm not kidding around, you know. What's going on with you? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Vin. Just have a lot on my mind, you know? It'll be fine."
"We're worried about you, Eth." Then, finally breaking the ice with a smile, "Ashley and Emily haven't been able to stalk you, either. It's killing them."
Ethan shared the laugh and shook his head to sober up. "I miss them. And you guys too. I promise I'll come tomorrow."
"You'd better, Ethan!" Pointing a strict finger, Vin added, "I'll stand outside your window all day if I have to. And Ben will bring the sleeping bags for when it gets dark." Dropping his hand, he turned to walk back down the road.
Ethan watched him for a moment, the sparkles of his momentarily laughter fading. You know, I think he'd do it, too.
Some time after that, Ethan picked up a jacket and escaped from the dungeon of his room and made a place for himself at the park. It was a chilly day and nearing sunset, so not many people were around. He set himself at the rail to overlook the ocean, which was gently being rippled by the passing breeze.
The leaves above chattered against the wind and some fluttered to the ground around him. He turned his body against the sun, once, as it changed positions and shined a blinding ray in the boy's direction. Finally settled, Ethan inattentively tapped a finger against the cool steel of the rail and leaned over, enjoying his hair being played with every time a breeze rolled by.
I remember when Ashley had been killed and Vin blamed me. I can still remember the pain I felt when he slammed the door in my face. I'm so glad that that past is gone.
Fidgeting, his face fell.
But…it kind of does prove something. In sticky situations like that, Vin wouldn't believe me. He'd turn his back on me just like that Vin did. Throughout all of that, only Uncle Derek believed me. Why?
A bird perched itself on the rail beside him and chirped a tiny opera for the boy. Ethan smiled at the gesture. "Just because everything's back to normal and I don't have the Hollow Pen anymore, that doesn't mean that I'm back to normal. There are so many questions that haven't been answered for me. Like…where the Hollow Pen came from. I asked dad once, but he changed the subject."
Then, a tragic thought occurred to him.
Maybe he doesn't know either.
"Well, it's good to see you up and about."
Flustered, Ethan whirled around to see Morris and Ben standing there. He quickly tightened his lips together, a bead of sweat materializing on his forehead. How much of that did they hear?
"What, Ethan?" Ben laughed. "It looks like you've seen a ghost or something."
Ethan's face fell. At one point in time, you all would've been.
"Uh, no, nothing like that. You startled me."
"Well," Morris tilted his head, adjusting the dog hat with one hand. "No one's seen you around for a while, so maybe you're the ghost."
Ben nudged Morris gently with an elbow. "Knock that off, Morris," but his tone was playful. "Our good friend has been cooped up in his room for the last couple of weeks. Is that anyway to greet him after his coming out?"
"Right, Right," Morris agreed. "Vin said he stopped by your house earlier, but you didn't want to come to Chronos."
"Yeah," Ethan tucked his hands into his coat pockets. "I wasn't feeling well. I just wanted to come out and get some fresh air."
Ben joined him on one side of the rail, his back leaning against it as he faced the other boy. "You haven't been feeling well all week."
"Or the week before that," Morris chimed in.
"You sure that it's 'nothing?'" Ben kept his eyes on the other, watching his every move.
Trying to see if I'm lying or not, I guess. Ethan cleared his throat and broke his staring match with Ben. He turned to the dog trainer and said, "I got some news that one of my aunts is in the hospital."
"Yeah? Which one?" Morris' eyes widened.
Ben quickly snatched up Ethan's collar, "You don't mean Kori, right? Is she okay?"
The name stabbed itself into Ethan's chest. He slowly uncurled the other boy's fingers from around his collar. "No, not Kori. Someone else…from my mom's side. You probably never met her."
"Or you're making her up on the spot," Morris accused. "Come on, Ethan, you told us before that your mom is an only child."
Ethan gurgled. That's right. I did tell them that.
"If you don't want us to know, that's fine," the dog trainer shrugged. "But you shouldn't shut your friends out, Ethan. We're just trying to help you."
The boy turned away from his friends. "I know. And I'm really grateful for that. It…It's just…" he shook his head. There was no way he could tell them about how he really felt. Not about the Hollow Pen…Not about Kori…Not about anything… "I gotta go."
He brushed past them without another word.
Mom and dad got home shortly after he had, but he was upstairs in his room when he had heard the door open from his open room.
"Son! We're home!" that was mom.
Ethan adjusted his ears from his position from the bed and put down the comic book he had been reading. There was the sound of another female, his father, and…Uncle Derek, maybe? That meant that the female other than mom was Kori.
"So, where's Karen?" Ethan heard his father ask.
"She's at Ashley's," Derek said. "Speaking of kids, where's yours?"
"Hmm…I wonder if he's home yet? Did he stop by Chronos?" his mother again.
"No, but I saw his friends. They were talking about how he hasn't been around lately."
Ethan cringed. Uncle Derek hit the nail right on the head. He had been hoping to keep his absence at school and around his friends a secret so that they wouldn't start worrying. Well…that was all ancient history now.
"Really?" his father seemed surprised. "This is the first I've heard of it."
"Me too." Ethan's mother went silent for a moment and then said, "Kori, have you seen him around town lately?"
"No, but then, I've been working at the shop often, too."
That voice. That woman's voice. It had been the first time, technically, that Ethan had heard it since she had saved her. It was slightly different, older, probably, but it was her nonetheless.
He wanted to sink into his bed and disappear forever, just like in the movies. If his parents found out that he hadn't been going—
Footsteps. He could hear footsteps outside.
"Now who is it?" He jumped off of the bed and threw his head out the window. Climbing the porch steps was none other than his homeroom teacher, Jack Twombly…the real one, that was.
…I'm about to go down in flames. He could feel the sweat dripping down the ledge as he gripped the window tighter. His chest constricted each time that the teacher rapped his knuckles against the door and when it opened, Ethan sank to his floor, listening as his father greeted him and invited him inside.
"Mr. Twombly! Tea?" Ethan wanted to choke on his mother's tea. Anything to rid himself of the pain and guilt that he was feeling at that exact moment.
"No thank you, Mrs. Kairos. I'm actually here today to discuss your son's performance at school."
Oh God, oh God, oh God… Ethan crawled across his floor as silently as he could, eavesdropping from the top of the stairwell.
"Ethan's performance?" From his position, Ethan could make out his mother's head from within the kitchen looking back and forth to the other members of the household.
"Now, understand that before I begin, I think very highly of your son, Mr. Kairos, and believe him to be an exceptionally wonderful student. He has great potential. That's why I'm here today, to help him."
"Yes, yes, go on," his father said.
"Are you aware that your son hasn't been to school in two weeks, Mr. Kairos? He's called himself in everyday, pretending to be you, I assume. I know Ethan's usual performance, which is why I'm a little skeptical that you'd allow him to miss so much school."
From at the top of the stairs, Ethan had hidden his head in the crooks of his elbows, feeling his hot breath against the carpet.
There were whispers amongst those in the kitchen, and he could very clearly make out his mother's intake of breath. That's it. Doomsday for me.
"B-But why?" his mother cried.
"I thought you wouldn't be aware of it, so that's why I took the liberty of bringing it to your attention. I don't want Ethan messing up his future for himself. And I asked his friends if he's been around lately. They said that he's been spending most of his time at home."
Ethan, pulling his head from out of his elbows, positioned himself so that he could see into the kitchen from the top of the stairs, but he prayed to everything he found holy that they wouldn't see him.
"But…but how can that be?" his father took a turn to glance around the room to the many faces there. "He's always gone by the time we go to work."
"I'd imagine that he's hiding out until you guys leave, making you believe that he's at school," Uncle Derek threw his two cents in. "That's the way I figure it."
"Poor Ethan," Kori said next. "He's probably going through something that he feels like he can't tell anyone."
Ethan's eyes slanted as he watched them all in the kitchen. What a thing for Kori to say.
"That may be true…" Twombly tapped a finger against his cheek.
"But what? We've never mistreated him. Why would he have something to hide from us?" his mother asked, clutching onto the hem of her shirt with both hands.
"Maybe it's a phase he's going through," the teacher pointed out. "Something that he feels he can't tell any of us because it makes him feel weak or guilty."
"Heh," Derek smiled. "Maybe there's a girl at school he likes."
"You think so?" his mother appeared hopeful.
Ethan kept his eyes on his father, who was lost in thought and saying nothing more. Out of all of them, his father worried him the most.
Dad knows things that they don't. He'll figure it out real quick. Shoot.
"Maybe we should just give him his space," Kori suggested.
"No, that won't do," Twombly said. "He'll just continue to miss school."
"Then talk to him, maybe?" Derek threw out.
"But will he take the bait? Maybe we should just be really nice to him and let him know how much we love him." Good old mom.
Still, his father said nothing. Ethan, leaving them to their discussion, slithered back to his room and gently shut the door behind him.
He got to his feet, sighing, and his eyes trailed to the bed. Sox was curled up with his eyes staring at Ethan, silently waiting for anything.
"Man, Sox, now what am I going to do?" he padded over to his bed, sat down on the edge, and reached out to pet his feline friend. He scratched behind the cat's ears, who purred in thanks, and Ethan sighed again. "No one knows what's really going on, do they? I wonder if even you do, too."
His heart sank. Technically, Sox. You shouldn't be here, either. I sent you to the past, so when did I start seeing you again? …Maybe it was just the balancing out of the Hollow Pen. Everything's back to the way it was before.
His eyes trailed across his bedspread and to the wall. Every excuse he could think of was quickly sorted out for when his parents and uncle confronted him about his school attendance and anti-social behavior. They were always like that, worrying unnecessarily about him. The one who scared him the most was his father. Dad was certain to know that his behavior as of late wasn't due to some "school-girl crush."
He waited a little while longer and the sound of the front door shutting reverberated against the ceiling beneath his room. Footsteps were accompanied and he peered out the window to see Mr. Twombly walking home. He gritted his teeth together in annoyance. His family would be paying him a visit any minute.
"Better savor the freedom I have left. I can see it now. 'Son, you're grounded for life. No TV, no comic books, no outdoor activities, and no friends.'" Ethan closed his window and sat down on the bed again, reaching down for the comic book he had placed on the floor. He thought about finishing it, but the mood had been spoiled and he didn't much want to read anymore.
Eventually deciding to toss it aside, he turned back to Sox, who had fallen asleep on the bed, in his usual spot.
"I wish I had your life, Sox. Nothing to do but eat, sleep, and take walks on the occasional Sunday afternoon. Where do you go during that time, huh?" He patted the cat on the head and closed his eyes.
About fifteen minutes passed before the sound of muffled voices caught Ethan's ears. He leaned in closer and recognized it as the sound of his uncle and Kori's.
"—leave it for him in his room. Pamela says that he'll be home anytime now." The doorknob twisted and the two barged in.
Derek and Ethan met eye to eye, both startled, though Ethan was slightly less surprised. In his uncle's hand was a white mug, presumably filled with coffee. Though Ethan should've been used to seeing this scene and Derek's face by now, his very presence was still new. Even the benevolent attitude kept the boy on his toes. Derek's stern face was now softened by a smile and warm eyes—something any boy who knew Derek prior to the "incident" would fear.
"Hey, kiddo," the older man was relieved of his "pause button," and stepped forward into the room. "I didn't realize that you were home."
Behind him, Kori followed suit, holding a plate of something that Ethan couldn't quite see. Her long, lavender hair fell in place behind her and she offered up one of the familiar smiles he remembered her having.
It's strange… he bit his lip. I only knew her for a short period of time, but seeing her as old as Uncle Derek, I feel like it's been longer.
Longer than she and Uncle Derek had known each other. Longer than they had been together. It bothered Ethan to think that way.
It bothered him to see her mysterious eyes and her fluid gestures. It bothered him to see her move her long, slender fingers up to the plate and pull whatever was on it off and offer it to him.
I shouldn't be thinking this way about her. She's not just Kori; she's my aunt now.
"Ethan," she began and waved a cookie in his face. "I baked these at Chronos and brought some over. Would you like a few?"
Her eyes turned to Derek, as though giving him the cue. He jolted and held up the mug. "Uh, that's right. And I whipped up some coffee for your folks and thought that you'd want some, too."
Ethan inwardly frowned. They're just doing this because Mr. Twombly asked them to. But he didn't refuse the presents. He took one cookie from Kori and the coffee from his Uncle.
He didn't eat or drink right away. He set his full hands in his lap and stared at the food. "…Thanks," he mumbled after a moment.
"Think nothing of it," Kori responded and grabbed Uncle Derek's hand, a sight that Ethan still wasn't quite used to. "Your mother is preparing dinner right now. She'll call you as soon as it's done."
Leaving as soon as they had come, the two padded down the stairs, leaving the door wide open. Rolling his eyes, Ethan got up and set the cookie and beverage on his desk. "How much more forced could they have made that? They had to have known that I overheard their conversation with Mr. Twombly."
But it didn't make any difference. This was the calm before the storm, a similar game he had played with his family for many years. He just wasn't sure how long this calm would last.
They should at least leave Uncle Derek and Kori out of it. It's just too embarrassing this way.
Pacing back and forth, his stomach was beginning to ache from stress and anticipation. His waiting for his parents to come with whips flying was like waiting for Mr. Twombly to hand out his usual tests, all the while of passing out comments regarding the difficulty.
"Painstaking," he said. Then he moved toward the door to close it.
"Ethan! Come downstairs!"
Leaning against the door, the boy quirked an eyebrow. Surely dinner wasn't ready yet. Kori said that she had just started it. Nevertheless, he sluggishly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where his mother was slaving over a heated stove. His father, Uncle Derek, and Kori were all seated around the table. Moving his eyes to the dinner table, bread and butter acted as the centerpiece, accompanied by saucers, knives, and forks.
His mother didn't turn around to greet him, but began to talk to him anyway, "I'm making your favorite, Ethan. Teriyaki chicken, and, don't worry, I've got it properly seasoned just the way you like it. Bread and butter are on the table to snack on while you wait."
Watching her with a blank stare, Ethan caught the smiles from both his uncle and Kori on the right hand side of the table. I can't believe they're being so nice to me. I did something bad and they're rewarding me for it? I can't let them do that.
"Look," Ethan broke the ice. "Mom, guys, I really appreciate what you're doing, but you know as well as I do that I don't deserve this." As he spoke, his mother turned around and the other three watched him carefully. "Nobody expected me to be home when Mr. Twombly came by, but I heard everything." His head dropped for only a moment before he looked back up with anger toward his family, "You know as well as I do that me skipping school for two weeks shouldn't prompt a reward, but an explanation and then a punishment!"
"Ethan…" His mother seemed so sad.
That didn't stop the boy from continuing his rant, "So it's true! I've been skipping school for two weeks now! Do your jobs as parents and punish me for God's sake! Don't brush it under the carpet! Punish me!" Whirling around on his feet, Ethan fled for his room, despite the calls for him to return being made by his family.
He slammed the door and fell against it, a heavy weight sinking into his chest. When he was finally settled on the floor, he pulled his knees up to his chest, eyes welling with tears. He clutched his knees tighter, burying his face in them.
No one gets it. How could they? I can't tell anyone how I feel because they don't remember that past. I feel so distant…and alone. He wiped at his eyes and laughed. "Guess I shouldn't take it out on them, right? They don't know any better."
Because they can't see a Hollow Pen. They don't even have any idea of what it is.
He stiffened when the knock came to the door, "Ethan, can I talk to you?"
It was his father.
The moment he had finally been dreading was here, and his father was going to unbuckle his belt and lay it over the boy like a fly swatter. Still, without defiance, he pulled himself to his feet, opened the door, and stepped back. The light illuminated the silhouette of his father once the older man walked through into Ethan's personal sanctuary.
Timothy Kairos did not break his eye contact with his son, even after he shut the door behind him. He appeared disappointed, and the ends of his lips twitched. Under such a gaze, Ethan was weak and timid. He braced himself for the explosion.
"Son, I'll be the first to say that I am saddened to hear that you've been skipping out on school for the past two weeks."
"Yeah, dad, I know…" Ethan mumbled, head dropping and shoulders slouching.
"Ethan, you can't let the Hollow Pen get you down like this."
It was like the blast had been subsided and there was hope after all. It had been so long since anyone believed him, Ethan wondered if his father remembered having the Hollow Pen at all.
He never wants to discuss it or how we acquired it.
Gasping and eyes wide, he found his eyes slowly trailing up to meet his father's.
His father's eyes were so dull and old that it made Ethan sink into his own self.
The only reason he looks that way is because he used the Hollow Pen so much. …Will…Will I look like that, too, someday?
"Uh…yeah?" Ethan blinked and forced himself to concentrate.
"Are you listening to me?"
Turning his head and shuffling a foot against the floor, Ethan nodded. Then he found the courage to look back to his father and said, "Dad…no one understands us." Timothy's face didn't change, even as Ethan went on, "I mean…yeah, we change the past to the way we like it, but don't you ever find that it gets…I don't know…lonely? Only a few people remember the changes that we make, and everyone else just goes on like it's nothing at all."
After a moment of no response, Ethan's hopes began to die away. His father stood there, hands in his pockets, and watched his son like he was expecting him to do a little song and dance. Maybe his father didn't understand at all. Or maybe he didn't remember what it was like to be the only one who felt this way.
His father always had been hard to talk to.
"It's like…" Ethan didn't know why he was going on. He just felt like he had to. Whether his father agreed or not, it didn't matter. His heart weighed too heavily upon the matter to be ignored now. "It's like I'm not even here, dad. Like it's all dream and I don't exist. I don't fit in anymore. You don't feel like that?"
"I couldn't even save everyone, dad. And not all of it fits into place, like where we got the Hollow Pen and why it was given to us." Ethan fell back onto his bed and slouched so that his elbows could rest more easily on his thighs. "I know it's my fault you lost yours in the first place. It's because I brought you over to my side and you lost your pen privileges. I'm sorry about that."
"That doesn't even matter!" his father spat, causing Ethan to jump and quickly glance up. There was the eminence of a chill running up his back. His father had pulled his hands from his pockets and was looming over his son. "We're not Gods, Ethan. It's shameful for you to even think so. What we do with our power—"
"If that's the case, then why did you try to save Mary Onegin? Why did you try to prevent Uncle Derek from killing himself? And then you even left Kori for all of those years out of the time loop while you promised to find a way to—"
"Is that what this is about?" his father snapped back. "This is about Kori?"
Ethan grunted. Nothing he could say would appease his father's stubborn attitude—not even some petty feelings for a long, gone girl.
His father took a step forward. "You're upset because she died, right? Well, that's not even true! She's downstairs at this very moment!" Still, Ethan made no sound. His father waited, gears running through his head, and he finally whispered, "That day…Derek told me that you liked her, too. Is this true?"
"What difference does that make, dad? She's gone now. And that's still not the point. You've missed the whole point."
"No, I haven't! You said that you feel alone and lost. Well, now why would you feel like that? Your mother and I love you very much, Ethan. And it's not like I don't know what the Hollow Pen does to you. If you're going to let this eat you up, however, about Kori, then I suggest that—"
Ethan tossed his head back against the pillow and rolled over, shutting down what was left of the "conversation."
I give up, the younger gritted his teeth together.
Ethan stayed still.
"Son, I know you feel like you don't have anyone in the world that can relate to you about this, but think about it outside of the box, all right? Think about the people who would end up like Irving Onegin if they knew about the power of the Hollow Pen. Just let this be for now. It's best that they don't know." Timothy turned, reaching for the door, "I expect you to be up bright and early tomorrow to go to school. And don't let me catch you ditching again."
His father left without waiting for a response. Ethan lay there on the bed, feeling worse than he had before his father had come in. Just as he had expected, no one could understand him.
"Okay, so I've been skipping school for the past two weeks. And Kori still bothers me. Why can't he be more understanding?"
In the end, maybe the only thing that was true was that he had no one to rely on. The only one he could rely on was himself.
"It was an open and shut case," Ethan sat up and reached over to his covers. He pulled himself underneath. "One minute I knew what was going on, and the next minute I didn't. One minute Kori was here and the next she was gone. I'm so sick and tired of being the last one to know what's going on in this damned place!"
Turning to punch his pillow with a low growl, Ethan fell against it, wanting so badly to cry. But he didn't.
He just closed his eyes and waited for sleep to overtake him.
That was the only time he was happy.
The only time that nothing could go wrong.
The only time that…what…?
His body…his body felt so warm now, but not in a good way.
Something was wet—trickling down his neck, as though it were fingers gliding across his flesh. He shuddered.
He didn't want to wake up. But his body was sore and aching. And wet.
But if he woke up, he would be back in reality. Reality was bad. Sleep was better. So he didn't move.
"Wake up, Ethan!"
He stirred, but not because he wanted to. Something was pushing on his face. Something with…claws…It was pushing harder and harder against him. Swiping against his skin. Something stung and his eyes fluttered open with a vibrant, "Ow!"
"Hmph, about time."
Ethan's vision was blurry and unstable. He couldn't quite grasp what was going on—only that he was drenched in sweat and that his body had overheated. He sat up, the room still spinning.
Someone…woke me up…
Shooting a glance to the door, Ethan was prepared to yell at the intruder for not knocking…
…But no one was there.
"Down here, Ethan! There's no time to waste!"
Worriedly, Ethan's gaze lowered to see a black cat perched on his legs. The cat's eyes narrowed.
"Huh…what the…?" the words died on Ethan's tongue.
"I'm sorry to make you do this," the cat…his cat…! Sox! "Ethan, you've got about one minute before you are wiped entirely from existence! Draw a hole and step through time, now!"
Ethan's mind was blank.
Sox was talking, he was about to be wiped out from existence, and just where the heck was mom and dad?
"Use this Hollow Pen!" Sox nudged something against his master's arm with his nose. "Use it now!"
Uh…yeah. So there's my first attempt at a Time Hollow fic. How did I do? Should I continue? Please review!