Carol Lockwood walked into Tyler’s room, who was sitting on his bed, his iPod in his ears. She walked to the بستر and threw a collection of photographs on it. Tyler put out his earphones and looked at the photographs. “What is this?” he asked, pretending to be dumb.
“I found this in our mail. There was a note with it. ‘Dear Mrs. Lockwood, you’re son’s a werewolf. Have a nice day’” Carol said. “Who is this person, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, acting careless, but doing his best to avoid his mother’s eyes. “Just some dude who needs to get laid really soon”
“These are pictures of you” Carol said, picking up one of them and دکھانا them to her son. “Of آپ turning into a monster” she continued and Tyler shivered سے طرف کی that choice of words.
“Ever heard of Photoshop, mom? It’s a program to ترمیم pictures and if you’re really good آپ can do some really awesome things, like putting someone’s head on someone else’s body. یا making me look like a werewolf” Tyler کہا nervous.
“Where were you?” Carol asked. “You’ve been gone for weeks. Some girl tried to compel me to believe آپ were with Caroline, but I had vervain on me. So, where were you?”
“Why didn’t آپ ask me yesterday, when I got back?” Tyler now fired back.
“Because I hoped you’d have the aristocracy to come to me and tell me yourself” Carol کہا reproachful. “So, I ask آپ again, where were you?”
“I was with Caroline” Tyler کہا truthfully.
But Carol didn’t believe him and thus she walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.
“I found this in our mail. There was a note with it. ‘Dear Mrs. Lockwood, you’re son’s a werewolf. Have a nice day’” Carol said. “Who is this person, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, acting careless, but doing his best to avoid his mother’s eyes. “Just some dude who needs to get laid really soon”
“These are pictures of you” Carol said, picking up one of them and دکھانا them to her son. “Of آپ turning into a monster” she continued and Tyler shivered سے طرف کی that choice of words.
“Ever heard of Photoshop, mom? It’s a program to ترمیم pictures and if you’re really good آپ can do some really awesome things, like putting someone’s head on someone else’s body. یا making me look like a werewolf” Tyler کہا nervous.
“Where were you?” Carol asked. “You’ve been gone for weeks. Some girl tried to compel me to believe آپ were with Caroline, but I had vervain on me. So, where were you?”
“Why didn’t آپ ask me yesterday, when I got back?” Tyler now fired back.
“Because I hoped you’d have the aristocracy to come to me and tell me yourself” Carol کہا reproachful. “So, I ask آپ again, where were you?”
“I was with Caroline” Tyler کہا truthfully.
But Carol didn’t believe him and thus she walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.
The اگلے morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of بستر and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, دکھانا her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. آپ have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of بستر and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, دکھانا her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. آپ have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”