So there we were in a location I did not recognise and a time that was impossible to tell and Téa was still making wise cracks. Well in all honesty I suppose “what no hug?” is not really a wise crack but it’s definitely not what I expected given that we hadn’t addressed all the other issues we were having.

“If I did hug you I’d be tempted to throw you as far as I could off whatever the hell it is we are standing on.” I replied without trying to give away any emotion good or bad.

“Geez, anyone would think it was me that had been ignoring your calls for the last day.” To Téa it was kind of a day I guess because she would have been awake for the best part of my ignoring her where as I was able to sleep. “Anyone would think it was you that suffered abuse delivered by someone you love and respect.”

“Abuse?” I asked without much thought or effort. “Shall we talk about how I was abused by a friend who I thought cared about me way back in 1983?”

Téa was quick off the mark yet again and although I knew the conversation was silly and no doubt going around in circles she immediately decided to take the higher road and stop the silliness.

“This is getting us no where.” She wasn’t wrong. “How about we just agree to disagree. How about instead of arguing about who is right and who is wrong we just cut our loses and let it go?”

“You’re right, this is getting us no where. I don’t want to be fighting with you,”

“How about that hug?” Téa said quietly with a smile on her face. In the interest of my own sanity I couldn’t refuse her so I stepped closer, our cramped area making that easier, and put my arms around her. It was at that moment I heard her say in a quiet but clear voice. “Apology accepted.”

I suppose I could have reacted differently, I suppose I could have blown my cool but instead I said remained holding her and said. “I can still throw you off whatever the hell it is we are standing on.”

“Actually you can’t Mr. Muscles.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Then as if I was about to do exactly as I said I tightened my grip around her and pretended to lift her up.

Showing no fear at all, which she honestly didn’t need to because I wouldn’t have thrown her off anything, she then said. “No, I mean it. You couldn’t throw me off here if you tried. We are inside a cage and the only way out is down.”

“So you know where we are?” I asked as I pulled away thinking I was finally about to get the answers I had been looking for.

“Of course I know where we are. I put us here.”

Now I know Téa has a wicked sense of humour when she wants to and I know that sometimes she might chose to make use of that humour at the wrong time but what she was saying really did seem a tad insensitive given what happened in 1983.

“You put us here? You actually put us here, in a cage, after last time?” I asked.

“Oh it’s nothing like that. Look around you, this is a completely different sort of cage.”

“I’ve been trying to look around since I opened my eyes but I can’t see anything other than some lights that may be a football field and trees, everything else I see is nondescript. It’s kind of like we are standing really high up and for some reason I can’t look down.” Then my brain kicked in a bit. “Hang on you said the only way out is down, so we are up high”

“Yes. Yes we are. Well not overly high but I definitely wouldn’t want to be thrown off here.” Téa replied.

“Well if that is the case why can’t I see the ground?”

“Because you haven’t tried, silly!”

“Dammit!” As stupid as Téa’s comment had sounded she was right and I was suddenly quite annoyed by myself.

When I had opened my eyes I looked around, but did not turn my head. Once I saw the lights and the trees I tried to focus on things on that same plane, not up, not down and definitely not left and right. Then as my brain started to ask more questions Téa popped her head up and I stopped looking. Even as I spoke to Téa and as we hugged I didn’t actually remember trying to look at our immediate surrounds.

“Don’t too hard on yourself, you’ve probably got a lot on your mind!” Téa said with a smile.

Instead of making a scene I decided to let Téa’s comment slide and look at my surrounds to let my eyes tell me what my brain wanted to know. The problem was they couldn’t tell me anything more than we were in a kids play park, inside some kind of steel structure that might have looked like a rocket ship. I still had no idea where we were or when we were.

“So where are we?” I asked.

“We are inside steel rocket, in a kids play ground in Heights Park, Richardson.” I must have looked confused because Téa continued without waiting for me to say anything. “We are in my home town. I grew up here.”

There was a smile on Téa’s face like she was surprised by what she had achieved so instead of being upset I simply looked her in the eyes and asked. “Why here?”

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