The Boy who Circled Time のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

As soon as the light hit her cupboard, the only furniture in the room and the only furniture that she really needed so far, it was obvious that Emmet had entered her room and had approached it, white fibres that matched his bandages and his cast clinging onto the mirror, near to the handles to open the cupboard. It was obvious. It was easy.

Lila watched Jasper as he inevitably got tired again and fell asleep once more, leaning over to place a kiss on his forehead as soon as she was sure that he had drifted back off to dreamland.Deciding to tell Emmet about what had just conspired, she opened her office door to find him stood there, his hair tangled and damp, waiting for her to apparently finish alone with some privacy.Startled, she backed up and immediately blurted out,"Jasper woke up."Emmet paused in front of her, and then nodded, making his way into the office, moving past the space that she had made, as she held the door open.He dropped down onto the floor, next to the sofa that Jasper lay on, gathering up the pillow and placing it behind him, onto the wall, to lean on comfortably.He was looking somewhere in front of him, no where in particular, with unfocussed and unseeing eyes."Supper will be ready soon," Lila called out to him, only receiving a hum as an answer.

Jasper did not know how long he had spent in that box, lying there with his knees slightly bent to fit his entire body within that space.The floor was hard and cold, and no matter how Jasper arranged his body, it remained hard and cold, the bones of his limbs jagged and unyielding and finding no comfort within the metal and grey surface beneath.What little heat was in his body was conducted away almost immediately as it was generated, never sticking around for too long and always leaving Jasper cold and alone in the pitiful state that he found himself in.Every now and again, Jasper looked up towards the ceiling and failed to find the light source that was illuminating the space that he was occupying.There was no central light source, despite the entire area being awash in a sallow and dead grey, the exact shade and tone of the light, at this point, being almost identical to the shade of the floor beneath Jasper, and seemingly being emitted from everyw

The rest of the morning passed by uneventfully, and Emmet spent the day by looking through the office, reading through accounts upon accounts of sales records, Lila’s annotations on what products were popular with certain demographics and her various trials of different kinds of biscuits and other treats. It was apparent that she had absolutely no idea of what she was supposed to be doing and was throwing random items at the wall to see what would stick. Most of her ideas were terrible, ranging from customisation ideas that would be time consuming and likely hold up queues, and a strange system that would let loyal customers save up points for cheap rewards that she was barely able to afford, looking at the total revenues and profits that she was making. By all metrics and measures, she was barely scraping by and Emmet had to wonder what her situation was. She looked as if she was in high school, but was running a café all by herself, and there was no clue on how she

The doctor was a tall man, the tallest that Jasper had ever seen in his life. The sun had been beginning to set, the light in the room turning a slightly deeper orange colour, with the shadows on the wall pitching towards him and beginning to elongate. It had been quiet, with only the wind and the distant singing of birds keeping Jasper company when the door had unlatched, and the man had walked inside. He was wearing an all black suit, dressed as if he had just returned from a funeral, and carrying a tray with two steaming bowls. His head was completely bald and on his face sat a black pair of sunglasses, obscuring his eyes. Only when he fully entered the room that Jasper noticed the bag that he was carrying, looped around his back, zipped up tight and looking as if it was about to burst. Jasper had feigned sleep, opening his eyes by the smallest fraction that he could manage and building up the general opinion of the other man as someone who was hig