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spotlight; his face became a lot clearer. Eli turned around in shock and looked at me.
     
    “It’s your dad!” I jumped off the bed.
     
    “Pause it! Pause it!” I yelled at him in a frenzy. He rewound the video clip and paused it on the close up of the man. I examined the stranger. Dark brown hair, golden brown eyes, he was even wearing a leather jacket, ripped slightly at the shoulder. It was unmistakably him. But what the hell was he doing with Farro? And why didn’t he tell me that he already knew him? “When was this filmed?” I said, tapping Eli on the shoulder,
     
    “It was filmed ummmm… here it is, wow three years ago.” He said, surprised at the new discovery. I keep getting questions and more questions, yet not one has been answered. He already knew him, what the bloody hell is going on? I have to find out more.
     
    “Look up his rota Eli. Find out how many shows he’s done since then.”
     
    “He has an annual slot that he did his show in, but after the night of this video there isn’t a record on him,” He said, scrolling through the theatre website.
     
    “Until this month, his last showing is tonight but then he’s not back for another year.” He said. I want to go find him right now but I know Eli will want to come; I don’t want him getting caught up in this. Who knows what might happen when we confront him? I lied and told him that we will not go tonight; we will find him in the morning.
     
    “He will probably be there in the morning anyway, it’s better to get some rest, then go to find him.” He nodded and went into his closet; he pulled out a rucksack and started packing some things. Mainly chocolate and sweets he had hidden in his room. Now all I have to do is wait for him to fall asleep.

 
     
     
     
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    I laid there on my side with one eye open. The eye trained on Eli, who was again sleeping on the floor. He writhed around to get comfortable but he looked asleep, although I couldn’t quite tell. He stopped and snuggled his head into his pillow and started snoring. Bingo! Now all I had to do is sneak over to the window and climb down the trellis. I fling the covers away from me revealing my body which was fully clothed. I decided that staying clothed was probably the best idea. Also I kept my shoes on; I couldn’t leave anything to chance. I shuffled to the end of the bed and then placed my boiling feet onto the floor, a good five inches away from his head. I paused for a moment, I have to move slowly or he’ll wake up. It was as if I was a thief trying to steal the treasure without waking the dragon. I managed to tiptoe to the window, dodging the books and clothes that were scattered on the floor.
     
    I left my backpack right next to the window sill, so that I could quickly chuck it out the window when I opened it. The window was an old, wooden one, the ones you find on Victorian homes, with brass handles and latches. I unhooked the frame and started to lift the slab of wood, the only thing standing between me and freedom. As I began to lift it, Eli snorts in his sleep, and, for a brief moment, I thought the jig was up and he had caught me red handed. I turned to look at him, but he was still fast asleep, probably dreaming about Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Distracted, the window that I was holding up decided to give me a going away present in the form of a splinter. I ran my fingers along the bottom of the frame to get a better grip and then I feel pinch. I pull away my hand putting my finger in my mouth to stop the pain. The white window slammed down, the border cracking slightly around the edges. The noise made the wall rumble, the sound was deafening. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole neighbourhood woke up. Eli jumped up in his sleeping bag dazed, shaking his head and then focusing.
     
    “Ha, ha caught you red handed, I knew you were going to sneak out.” He said pointing his finger at me. “I was awake the whole