It was a bright and sunny August morning. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue, all was well.
Under this sky, in a small arcade, two lone men played ski ball, like old times, just as friends.
Alex got the high score. "Beat that!" he said happily.
Brandon replied. "Can’t. Your just too good at this."
"Why did you wanna come here, anyway, bro?" he put back his balls. "a bit weird for two grown men, almost 25, to come play ski ball for shits and giggles."
"I wanted to show you something." Brandon said. He pulled out a black box.
"What’s that?" asked Alex.
"I’m proposing to Kelly" said Brandon, opening the box revealing an expensive ring.
"Congrats!" said Alex. "You guys are great together."
"Yah, I know." said Brandon. "I got the birth certificate ready to register too, even though the wedding want happen for at least a year." he showed Alex the birth certificate.
"Wait." said Alex. "This isn’t right."
Alex read the bottom of the certificate. "1996." he said.
"This says you were born on January 24th, 1996. That’s over 40 years ago." Alex looked at his friend, obviously not 40.
"That can’t be right." he turned down the news, which was talking about some new Law.
He took the certificate. As soon as he looked at it, one name came into his mind.
"Figg." As soon as he said it, Alex too remembered the name, and something to do with age.
Suddenly, marriage was no longer important.
"We need to find her." said Brandon.
The Tv blared again.
"I think we just did." said Alex.
"Today," it said. "Magerate Figg will be showing us the effect of her new drug, something finally stop our overpopulation."
"Thank you." said Mrs. Figg, old but still recognizable. "Let us begin."
TO BE CONTINUED