1961

Retaking his chair, Tron says, "You were told, all of you, that the two dimensions have come together.  You are all going to be experiencing rather differently time, space, and sequence of events." Carl, pausing in mid grasp with the bag of chocolate chips in his lap says, "Wait a minute.  We went furniture shopping, we spent all last week visiting places, in Yaletown, South Granville, Main Street, five days we were at it.  And it was all mixed in with the other stuff". And Erik's eyes are starting to widen.  "I was in that hotel just three days.  I was helping with some of the furniture shopping.  Stella was with us." "But the other shit also happened", says Carl.  "Rescuing Jesús from his landlord, Baked, the pot cookies, the dinner party with the piñata." "It's all mixed in", say I. "And Kenny, yes we were all at the Refuge, but the day before you showed up at my doorstep, you said you couldn't stay, but you texted me before you and Amaris came to the café." "What the hell is going on?" says Erik. Turning to Tron, Kenny says, "Who Are you exactly.  I do remember you, but that was a dream, or a whole series of dreams? But on the other hand you are Also Kim Fletcher's adopted son, and you used to, and still are doing bike deliveries for the florist shop we run together Duncan. We have known each other since you were thirteen. and your name is really Ethan." "It is all still real, but not real in the sense that you have been used to", answers Ethan, because right now he is more Ethan than Tron. "Where were you just now", says Carl. "why I was taking a piss. Your sister makes excellent coffee."  He is laughing. "But you are an angel.  Yes?" says Carl. "Oh if you insist.  Okay, either it's all a hallucination, or it's all real.  It is all equally both." "I only know you as Ethan angel", says Kenny. "I am actually very human.  Not nephilim like Stella or Sven, and not angel, like Lan. And also Ethan, theology studies dropout, age twenty-eight" "Even though you were martyred almost two thousand years ago under the Roman emperor Diocletian." "You were kibble for the lions", says Carl with a snicker.  "I was crucified.  Like our young lord before me.  when I  was received into glory I was given the noble task of intercession and warfare against the dragon.  Like our lord I can walk among you but in my resurrected, glorified form.  I am still very human." "Even though yuou ar still our twenty-eight year old foster kid." "Which is why you also have to pee", says Carl, passing him the bag of chocolate chips. "And eat chocolate too", he says laughing just before tossing some chocolate into his eagerly waiting mouth.