This Weird Thing

I swallowed, trying hard to reduce the heat that had flowed to my cheeks. My heart was on a race against it's own self, and it was almost dizzying.

I turned around. He had gone into the kitchen. I turned and walked around the sitting room, touching the small figurines arranged on the desk. The small shelf to the left was filled with books I could never dream of reading. Science books and things I have never seen before.

I stood up and went further around the house, remembering that it was indeed his father's. The man who had brought me back here. The man who could undo all of this.

I walked around the rooms. They were mostly normal, and I could tell which one Luke stayed in.

The last room looked a little abandoned, though and I walked to it. The door knocked came open immediately I pushed down, and I slowly walked in, assessing the place.

It looked like an old study that had been cleared out, except for a few papers strewn around, and not much else.

I bent to pick one of the papers