thanked those who had participated in the rescue and dismissed everyone except the ambulance driver, Dr. Parker would have noticed what to do once he had determined that the boy was fine. Since James was still dazed, Helen was concerned about taking the mountain bike into the shed, she knew how much Harry cared for it and how angry he would have been if the next morning it was still there, thrown out in the meadow.
She bent over the bike and spotted the boy's clock on the grass. She thought the boy must have lost it when he dropped to his knees so she slipped it into his pocket willing to return it to James as soon as possible. She grabbed the handlebars and noticed that it was covered with a very fine light blue-colored luminescent powder; mechanically she tried to scratch it off with the nail of her little finger, but a tiny cut on her fingertip provoked such a pain that she immediately gave up cursing, then she shrugged and started pushing the bike towards the shelter. James recovered and joined her when she was already at the door of the tin shed.
"What did I tell you?" she told him with a big smile on her face.
"As always you hit the mark again" he admitted "it has been scaring. And then the dog ... did you see what he did? Until yesterday he would never have dreamed of behaving that way".
"Dogs are special, probably Harry had a smell he didn't like. Now don't bother your brain anymore, the most important thing is that your boy is at home again and above all that he is safe and sound".
"You're right ... but I really want to know where he was all that time ... do you have any idea how long those thirty hours have been?"
Helen didn't tell him, but she knew it at least as well as he did because she had always felt an inexplicable bond with the boy. "Don't worry, sooner or later he will tell you everything. But you know him, don't try to force him or he will raise an impenetrable barrier and he will shut himself off ... be patient and let him decide when to tell you everything" she advised him shaking his hand to cheer him up and, as it happened other times their bodies touched, that contact gave both of them a sensation similar to a slight electric shock... Embarrassed, James pulled his hand away, then nodded unconvinced because he was dying of curiosity and wanted to ask his son about what he had been doing all that time.
"Now I really have to go, it's very late. Take a few days off, you look wasted" Helen said to close the conversation.
"I don't know, I'll think about it".
"What do you mean?"
"You know, if I stay more than a day locked up in the house, I end up going crazy. And then even Harry will be better distracted, whatever happened to him. I am sure that as soon as he returns to the Scout Camp and his habits than better it will be, for him and us all".
"So what?"
"I think I'll get back to work the day after tomorrow" James pointed out. She scolded him with her face, but she knew she couldn't force him to stay away from work.
"It's your decision, but stay close to him" she replied, and he nodded again.
"Will Eve go to work tomorrow?"
"Knowing her, I think so, and I don't get it. Sometimes it seems like she doesn't care about the two of us".
"Don't say that, you know everyone shows his feelings in many different ways. Still, until everything is back to normal, don't show up, otherwise I'll send you home" Helen concluded, laying down the bike, then pulled the garage door over and left.
On the way home, James saw the doctor going out and ran after him. " Dr. Parker ... Adam..." he called, and he slowed down.
"Don't worry, James, it's all right. I carefully examined Harry and, except for what the dog did to him, there is not a single scratch on him. I applied a light bandage to his arm, but Toby is healthy and vaccinated and the bite will have no effects" he informed him, continuing to walk towards his Guzzi.
"Indeed about the dog, do you know why he acted like that?" James asked him, accompanying him.
"I have no idea, I'm not a vet," Parker said rapidly. "Anyway, I gave the boy a sedative, you should go soon or he will be asleep" he added, stopping in front of the bike.
"Has he told you something?" James insisted.
"He's a little confused, he doesn't remember anything. Now I really have to go, I just received a call from the Roses" he concluded by showing him the flashing led on the pager.
"Thank you for everything, doctor. Goodbye".
The man answered with a vague smile and James walked away, but after just two steps stopped. "Dr. Parker?" he called him, and he sighed annoyed because it seemed that James was not really going to let him go.
"Look, I ... I know it's worthless, but ... I'm sorry for..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Now go to your son" the doctor ended the conversation, and James obeyed.
The doctor nodded to the ambulance driver like to say you can go home, then dropped the tool bag into the sidecar of his 1937 Guzzi Sport. He took a buckskin from the glove compartment and removed the layer of moisture from the saddle, an instant later he was booming away.
When the alarming situation ceased, James was experiencing tiredness he'd never had before. Looking down the stairs he was overcome with dizziness and had to hold onto the handrail to keep him from falling. He took a lifetime to reach the upstairs and once he reached the doorway of the bedroom he timidly looked out the door. Harry was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, Eve was sitting beside him and drawing some invisible circles on his forehead with his forefinger to help him relax. James looked at the life-size copy of Pharaoh Tutankhamun's golden mask hanging on the wall opposite the door, then glanced along a line of hieroglyphics until he came across a photo of the Giza Plain taken from the satellite and next to it the three-dimensional poster that reproduced the Sphinx. Later he saw the model of an ancient Egyptian Solar Ship resting on a shelf. He continued by the path of the Nile reproduced on the wall until he got right to his wife's face.
"If you're not hungry, at least try to get some sleep, the doctor said you should rest" she was saying to his son. James came in and she looked at him resentfully because a few minutes before he had attacked Harry, then she moved sideways to let him stay and he sat down cautiously beside her.
He took Harry's bandaged arm and lifted it gently, he opened his eyes in surprise and looked at him uncertainly because he feared his father would start to grumble again.
"How are you, Professor? Is it hurting you so much?" James asked affectionately instead. Harry was relieved cause when his father was angry he didn't call him by that nickname. "So you are not upset with me?" He still asked to have absolute certainty.
"Of course not," said James hinting a smile. Harry smiled at him and his eyes lighted up.
"I wasn't even angry before, it's just that you made us..." he started to add, but Eve pinched his leg looking at him badly and he winced because she had caught him just where the dog had hurt him before.
"... It is that we have been so anxious..." he mended, lowering his head.
"Dad and I were so scared for you, so we were so nervous" Eve explained.
"Yes, Mom is right" agreed James, "we have been very worried for you".
"I didn't want to make you ... it's just that..." the boy began to say, but immediately he fell
