by CSyphrett and Martin Maenza
With the defeat of the diabolical Vlad Tepes, the clock room returned to its normal dimensions. Abby Cable took the rest of the day to recover from the ordeal, while Simon Belmont used the time to clean up the facilities.
The next day, before classes started, Abby stopped in to see the old man. “Are you OK?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Belmont replied with an arrogant confidence. He appeared to be back to his old ways.
Abby sighed. “Of course,” she said.
The man stopped her before she was able to walk off. “Yesterday, when you came by, before all the commotion, you wanted to ask me about your husband,” Belmont prompted.
“Yes,” Abby said, a bit uncertainly. “I wanted to know if he was still alive and where he might be.”
Belmont nodded and crossed the room. Taking a book from one of the shelves, he opened it before her. On the yellowed pages, an image started to come into focus — an image of Alec Holland. “He seems to be recuperating from some effort or injury,” Belmont offered.
“He is alive!” exclaimed Abby with a bright smile. “Is there some way we can talk to him?”
“No, but we can pass him a message,” Belmont said. “All we need is something to write on and a pen.”
“I have a postcard,” said Abby, fishing through her pack of her class supplies. She wrote a short message on the back of the card before handing it to Belmont. “Will this do?”
“Yes.” Belmont flung the card through the clock face toward its goal. “If you tell anyone about this, I will deny it,” he said before he closed the book and the portal.
Abby nodded. “I understand. Thank you!” She threw her arms about the man and gave him a great big hug.
Belmont let her show her appreciation for a few seconds before pushing her away. “That’s quite enough,” he said. “And no more of that, either!”
Abby smiled, picked up her pack, and headed off to teach her class.