Alex asked me what I was doing there, and I told him that Patrick Errle had invited me to this place, I had received his invitation, and I had entered the house. The secret of the group is the rule of the participant. There were people like Alfred burrow, Elizabeth Roide, Victor World and many others, who can’t be considered any big number. He was surprised and scared at the same time.
He didn't understand why his parents (Wallis and Nicholas Ivey) were staying there, in the city where someone's house had blown up. Some people, or rather creatures resembling people, have poured the entire tank of car Polish, the entire supply of gasoline on synthetic fabrics, set it on fire and left it. Then Victor told Alex and me what had happened before. It became clear that these events did not take place in Darley or in Liverpool, and no one knows about it except us.
When Victor world had finished recounting the story of the darling monsters, Patrick Earrle had a few words for Alex Ivey on the case: "How did you feel? What did you think? What do you want to do? The questions may be different and different for this topic. Only you, only you, can change a bad situation, not me. I saw the bright light in your eyes, your smile on your lips, and I ignored it because there was no time. Do something good. Do something good not for yourself, but for ordinary people..."
"They want to break everyone's story, they want to kill all the saved people, they want others to feel bad feelings. You, knowing it or not, don't want to do it for yourself, save yourself for your good life, you're just sleeping. You are in your dream, you hear something, but you don't like to make yourself better, you are enchanted, you don't move. You still think that maybe someone can save you... wherever and whenever you want, if you fail after some amazing, unreal change... Get up!" Wake up! "he told me when I was dreaming in my only clean room on the third floor of a small house, after being tired from hard work.
He caught me in the fifth dream, and he woke me up with cold and fresh water, and I woke up as fast as I could. He told me about the many glittering stones that were there, in his secret part of his silent place. His appearance was gray and had a strange sick side. I don't understand his point of view, but something tells me it's happening.
We walked away from the Dorm, and after some instructions, he put me in the car, in third place. We went. I had collected my belongings beforehand, and now I kept them next to me. The way went to a mysterious place where we had to live later. He stopped the car in front of the fence of a large but invisible stone warehouse. I went out on the street, I saw a girl.
"Her name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is Michael”.
"Hey, Michael. How are you doing?”
"I'm fine. I'm fine. And you?”
"Brilliant. What did he say about me?”
"Nothing like that! He told me about strange situations, and that's how we lived. Now I don't know the meaning of my new life”.
"It's so complicated and so easy that I'm confused”.
"Just rest easy, they might find out." You have to be quiet. Nothing must be heard from this house!”
We stayed. We are waiting. We are thinking about the future, and by keeping our metal knives, we are ready to protect ourselves. This is so stupid.
I don't know why, but it's not changing for the better. In any case, everything is different, not in a good way. If people understood correctly spoken words, hints, questions that they heard from the interlocutor, or read in the news, made the right decisions at the right time, helped each other at the right time for each other, then many problems in the relationship would not appear, there would be no difficulties, it would be different in a good sense of the word.
Only resentment for trifles, only human egoism determine the neutrality of friends, their anger against each other, set up an absurd confrontation at untimely moments. Small mistakes are taken into great consideration, the spotlight is cast on them, and the big questions remain unanswered. What you need is taken by deceivers, liars, and not what you need - it turns out without a reason that you do not have it, bypassing it, by choice.
Someone else's pain is beyond help. People don't trust anyone but themselves, and they don't get anything for that answer. The aggrieved person is considered to be at fault, he is alone with his thoughts, the offender does not receive punishment; therefore, the victim will not get anything for revenge on the offender.
So with Alex Ivey, things took a different turn: not only did he decide to choose a neutral side in his work with Walter Berrow, but he also began to take many intricate photographs against him: when he was sitting in the cafe "Big-shoot" with some arrested chemical doctor, when he signed strange papers, when he beat a waiter with a knife because of an unwashed glass.
Waiton`s alternative
Chapter first.
It all appeared in Jack Waiton's archive, under a secret code. And the photographer himself took the detective's advice coldly and almost ignored the offer of his protection. It was as if the guy had either lost his mind, or had come up with a new plan, so that he could act suddenly at any moment.
He woke up at nine o'clock in the morning, realized that it was a Friday, looked into the gray from the snow leaks and fogged window, went cautiously into the kitchen, and fed the orange-blue parrot.
For order bring quickly his sleeping brain from dreams, he spill into a plastic glass a many of broken coffee beans, one-third of cream volume, added ten milliliters of water, added sugar substitute, and mixed all by mixer, poured it all in the cup.
He often had a headache in the back of the head, he did not know why the doctor claimed the opposite about diabetes, but still, Alex remembered his parents, and how they visited him last summer. Bengalius did not appear since Tuesday, but the house in the village Childdale was empty.
Ivieys is a family, in which all topics of life were perceived with great attention, but Alex, having matured and becoming a photographer, decided them himself, otherwise everything would have looked absurd.
Several drafts for the presentation were still on the table, on the balcony, gathering dust and occasionally reminding of their existence.
Oh, these mistakes, the time frame and the hopeless course of serenity - what else can be so boring if you don’t want to change everything to the smallest detail, go back in time, or start all the work first. No one but himself, no one could understand the situation, because he decided so, and now, after long dreams, he will have to stop it.
The energy of the pictures is what bothered the mind. Blame for this Walter Berrow knew about the problem, most likely, but did not want to help anything, as if he provoked and substituted a free letter in a simple equation. From here comes the system, and it was worth nothing to bring it to the end. And Jack Waiton is a real friend, and just had to take the right step: to find and force programmer to remake the contract.
