Leona: Pssst!

Simon: …

Leona: Come on man! I’m right here!

Simon: Leave me alone! I’m in class!

Leona: No, you’re not! This is recess. You can talk to me, there’s no problem.

Simon: There is! You’re not a student in this school! Hell, as far as I know you’re not even from this town!

Leona: Why’d you say that?

Simon: I don’t know, your accent maybe?

Leona: Whatever. Come on man, come with me; we’ll have loads of fun!

Simon: Yesterday you told me Phil was going with you.

Leona: Yes.

Simon: Well, I spoke with him a couple hours ago. You never said anything to him.

Leona: Is he in your class then?

Simon: He’s in another one. Don’t change the subject. I know you’re up to something.

Leona: Me? Oh, boy. Hahahaha. What do you think I am? Some kind of hidden psycho? Hahahaha.

Simon: …

Leona: Or that I’m going to feed you to the Ancient Gods? Hahahaha.

Simon: Hahaha. Ok, maybe I overreacted. But that stuff with the Butterknife…I’m…well, I’ve been having nightmares.

Leona: I understand, you’re still a little boy.

Simon: Shut up! That’s not it. I’m sure what we did was even more dangerous than we think. It’s like there’s something I can’t remember.

Leona: Maybe because you were K.O. the entire time?

Simon: Something bad happened and you know it.

Leona: What I know is this; the old hag said the knife would cut the Gordian Knots and change reality, but nothing has changed. Things changed temporarily, but that’s it.

Simon: People don’t remember any changes. When I came home my mother was super angry at me for running away with you, but she didn’t notice anything weird. She was really angry though.

Leona: Maybe it only happened around the knife. Maybe the thing didn’t go as far as to town.

Simon: Did I mention she was angry? I’m not going with you.

Leona: Come on!

Simon: Not going. You can talk with Phil, he seemed happy that you remembered him.

Leona: Yeah sure. Come onnnnnnnn.

Roger: Hi. I couldn’t help listening to your conversation. I’m Roger.

Leona: Who the bleep are you?

Roger: I said I’m Roger. And you know something about what happened two days ago. Tell me.

Leona: You were listening behind our back?

Roger: I heard you talking about something called Gordian Knots. Tell me more.

Leona: Why would I tell you anything about that?

Roger: Oh, sorry. Please. Is that enough?

Simon: Hi, Roger.

Leona: Do you know him?

Simon: He’s the class president. He’s smart, maybe he could help us figure stuff out.

Leona: I don’t trust him. Class presidents are snitches by default.

Roger: Simon, you said people didn’t remember changes, but I felt something two days ago. I saw things, too. Unusual things.

Simon: Like…chunks of stuff? Like, everything was a mosaic?

Roger: That’s a fitting description. Miss, I noticed Simon doesn’t want to go with you. I can make him do that, in exchange for the information.

Simon: What.

Leona: Can you? All right, here’s the deal; if you can…talk him into coming with me, I’ll tell you everything. And don’t call me Miss. I’m Leona.

Roger: Fine. Also, I want to meet the one you called “the old hag”.

Leona: How do you know about her?

Roger: You talked about her.

Leona: Your mate sure is a lot of fun, Simon. Ok, Roger, convince him and I’ll take you to the old hag’s and tell you all about business.

Roger: Come here, Simon.

Roger: *whisper* *whisper*

Simon: *gasp*

Simon: That’s evil. I’ll go with her.

Roger: Now, tell me more about the old hag.

Leona: How…how did you do that?

Simon: He’s a manipulative jerk, that’s how. Come on, let’s move.

Leona: S:(