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         "Hello... Anybody out there? Mom... (The old zoo janitor tells me about Jacob. About his filthy Onesie pajamas'. I have been tangled his banter for a while. He starts to choke up a bit telling Jacob's tale.) Mom, (He said the 13-year-old made a long, antsy pause.) Mother! Shelley!".

         "My little Viking, Mike! Hello!". Came out of the kid's dumpster headphones so loud even the janitor had heard her.

         "Through Jacob's makeshift machine!", a tear between dimensions, ours and of those who have passed. I leaned my back on the enclosure wall.

         "... enjoy happiness for the poor boy!", he rambled on.

         "Poor Jake, abandoned by some lady, beaten by dope... seven years ago. Believe it or not.".

         This is taking too long, I'm late for my travel agency job! Moonlighting as a P.I., this case, it's all tearing into the scarcity of sleep I get!

         I pushed a little, "It was the last night Jacob spent here before he disappeared. Go on." I lite a smoke while nightman spilled the gist. What went down.

         "Jake told his mother how wrong it was for her to not be alive. The kid was genuinely noble, he forgave her without hesitation. Told her how much he wanted her to be happy..."

         "Wasn't there a quantum tear coming from his machine?"

         "Well mister, that's probably why you can't find him..."



















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