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scared that I left my...What? New body?” it really sounded stupid. Maybe there were some secret cameras, filming my reaction to this story.
    “I don't know,” he said honestly. “The star doesn't tell us.”
    “The star?” I didn't understand.
    “Yea,” he smirked. All that seriousness vanished from his face, giving place for ease and happiness. “I had seen it only once. It looked like a yellow ball in the air. At first, I was freaked out not because it floated, but because I heard a woman's voice in my head.”
    I turned my eyes away from him. I had also seen that yellow ball. Also, it talked to me, calmed me. I knew that it won't hurt me. Ever.
    “What did it say?” I asked quietly.
    “It told me...” he started but didn't finish his sentence.
    I looked at him again, wanting to find out what was bothering him.
    He was staring at the wall. His eyes had that look when you were not in this world, but in your own thoughts. He remembered something and that memory stole him from me.
    I didn't push him to open his mouth again. He needed some time. I knew that from my own experience. I used to get lost in my thoughts a lot. Usually I found many new things when I was in that stage and I was always a bit irritated when someone brought me back into reality. People didn't like to use their brains, but if they would, so many problems could be prevented. After all, many bad, terrible things happen when we don't think.
    Finally, Christopher shook his head, giving me a sign that he was back into reality, to me. I put a small smile on my face. Watching him lost in his little world, killed my nausea. So, I dared to take a sitting person's position..
    “Listen, I know that it's too much for you, but we need to make some things clear. I am a protector. I live one really long life. I don't get sick...”
    “I knew it! You are a vampire and you turned me into one, too,” I said half laughing, half serious.
    “Yea, and I am planning to drink your blood,” he joined. “But no. I am like you or other people which are in the street. I eat, drink, breath, feel pain, I could be harmed...but I don't age. I am in the same age in which I ... killed myself and joined to be a protector. “
    “Please, stop,” I said, lifting my hand up. “I am lost. You are telling me that I was dead for eighteen years,” he nodded. “But now I am alive,” he nodded again. A frown begun to spread on his sweet face. “And now you are informing me that you are one old man who looks like a student who will soon get inside the class room and listen to teacher's firm voice,” I was exaggerating everything, but still, there was a lot of truth in my words.
    “Yes, you are alive because,” I narrowed my eyes. “Okay, I see we won't get anywhere with that,” he lifted his hands in surrender as he stood up from my bed. I followed him with my eyes, not understanding what he was doing.
    “What do you mean? Everything is okay. You are telling me a new best-seller story. I am glad to hear this story.”
    His frowned only more if that was even possible.
    “I see you didn't lose your sense of humor,” he said as he approached the door. With one sudden moved he opened the door and stuck his head out of the door. “Avery!” he screamed the woman's voice.
    I lifted my eyebrows up.
    A few minutes later, the woman came inside the room. She didn't seem to die from happiness to be here this room with me and Christopher. I took a better look at her. She had long, chestnut hair falling in spirals on her shoulders. Her stance stated that she was assured and that was not easy to order her around.
    “What?” she asked a bit disgruntled as crossed her arms against her chest.
    “Tell her yourself. I don't know how to talk with her. I didn't enrolled to university to study psychology,” I heard sarcasm in his voice. How it seemed, she liked to talk about various actions which were done by people and why they had done that like this and not other way around.
    “I