Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 96

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Slowly Dean opened both of his beads. The first thing he saw was a room that looked foreign in his vision. The room was made of a wooden board that looked solid.

Dean blinked his eyes several times trying to clarify his vision, and when his vision was clear; Dean could then see things better. In the room, Dean could see a tall wooden cabinet located near a large window. The window was to the left of her bed.

Dean's focus turned towards the outside of the window. The day looked bright out there, but he felt increasingly unfamiliar with the place as he looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window. Out there looks like a forest, there are many trees that adorn the outside scenery. Dean turned his attention again, in the corner of the room near the entrance there was a bookcase containing several thick books in some parts, while the rest was filled with strange objects that looked old. Near the bookshelf was a large wooden chest that looked like a treasure chest. Dean didn't know what it was, because it was locked tightly.

"Where is this?" Mumbled slowly. He stepped slowly, coming down from the big bed that had originally become his bed. He paused for a moment and then looked back, towards the bed that was in his place. On the wall near the head of the bed there is a large painting containing a picture of an island with a magnificent building that is very large, towering near the mountain on the island. Under the corner of the painting, he could see a map. I don't know what map that is. Next to the map was a photo of a group of people who probably numbered about forty to fifty people.

Near the photo, Dean could see an inscription adorning the bottom of the painting. I don't know what language it is, he can't understand.

Dean turned around, after looking at the room in his place for quite a long time, his attention shifted again as he remembered that the woman who became his mother. Raib, I don't know where.

Dean walked up to the exit, grabbed the doorknob and opened it slowly.

"Mama?" Call her slowly, looking for the figure of the woman. His eyes rolled around again, and again the room looked foreign. Dean doesn't remember where he is. But from what he saw, the room where he looked at right now was the middle room.

There was an old rickety sofa there, in front of a sizable television that looked worn out. Inside the room was decorated by photos of an old man in his sixty to seventies, I don't know. From the various photos, Dean can conclude that the man's hobby is adventure. There are several photos of him showing him fishing, hunting, and climbing.

Dean's focus again turned to a large painting whose image was very similar to the one in his room.

"Mama?" Call Dean again when the silence from now on greets him.

"You're up Dean?" Suddenly someone greeted him from the hallway near his room. It was not the voice of a woman, but the voice of a man who was now walking towards her. Dean looked up at the big tall man who was very old, his face decorated with a beard and mustache.

"Grandfather?" He muttered as he looked at the man before him. "Where's mama?" Dean looked at her.

"Mama's out for a minute."

"I want to see my mom" he murmured slowly.

"Mama will be home too. Oh yeah, you want to eat? You must be hungry after a nap, right?" The man held Dean up in his arms, taking him towards the direction of another room located near the central room.

"Yes" he said, smiling.

"What do you want to eat? Grandpa's got your favorite cereal, you want it?"

"Np. I want you, Grandpa has his milk too, right?"

"Haha, of course. Grandpa has his milk too. You want some vanilla or chocolate?"

"Okay we eat cereal with vanilla milk."

"Nl." Dean nodded his head. Arriving in the kitchen, the man sat Dean down on the dining table.

"Wait a minute here, yeah" he said. The man approached the dish shelf, grabbed a medium-sized bowl and then placed it in front of Dean complete with his spoon. He then walked over to one of the hanging shelves there, opened the door of his shelf and grabbed a cereal box that had not been opened by him, the next second he approached the refrigerator and grabbed the vanilla bottle that was still fully loaded. Afterwards, he approached Dean and opened the cereal box and poured it into a bowl, finished it then mixed with vanilla milk that had just been taken from the refrigerator.

"Well, now eat," he said. Dean just nodded in response. He then grabbed the spoon and started eating it.

GECK! GECK!

Suddenly the sound of a wooden door being knocked made the man's focus switch. He stood up and walked to the window there.

"Dean, just a second, grandpa, go ahead first. You just continue eating" she told Dean.

"All right."

The man moved from the kitchen to the living room. Dean continued to focus on his food. Sipped it until it was gone. After finishing eating and drinking with the same milk, Dean then came down from the dining table when it felt like the man who became his grandfather never returned. Dean walked towards the middle room, his intention was about to head towards the living room but he stopped instantly as his eyes instantly caught the figure of the man who was his grandfather.

"Grandfather," he called to distract the man from the book he was reading.

"Oh, are you done eating?"

"Yes. What is grandpa doing?" Dean approached his grandfather. The man was sitting on the rickety sofa he had just seen. Sitting while reading one of the books from several stacks of books he saw. While reading, he wore a square-shaped pair of glasses with very thick glasses.

"Grandfather is reading. You want to read one of them?"

"No," Dean shook his head.

"Why?"

"Reading makes me sleepy. The book was thick anyway" said Dean, who then took a seat near the man.

"Haha, you're exactly like your mama. When asked to study and read a book, that must be the reason." The man chuckled at hearing it.

"Oh yeah. Grandpa almost forgot. Grandpa has something for you. A minute, grandpa, get it." The man got up from his seat. Walking up to the other room, leaving Dean alone who is now sitting on the sofa while staring at the painting behind the sofa. The same painting he saw in the room.

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