The light fades and you see that Mr. Bell is gone. Your eyes peer down at the surrounding floor, the keys aren't there. You begin to panic. They've vanished, your only hope gone.
You hear walking and look in the direction. Mrs. Bell is walking towards the door, "Shit," you whisper to yourself and turn around, running straight back into 'your' room. You throw yourself down onto the bed trying to look as normal as possible.
A minute passes and you hear a knock on the door, "Lachlan. We need to talk," says Mrs. Bell. You realise that the keys have also changed your name.
"Come in," you say.
Mrs. Bell walks in. Her face still wet with tears. You do feel some sympathy for her. She sits down on the bed and pats it beside her. You know the cue. You crawl over and sit beside her. She wraps her arm around you, it's a little creepy. But as far as she's aware you're her son.
"Lachlan. I know you didn't mean to say what you said. I understand that you're going through a lot of stress right now. Especially with dad leaving us. But you need to pull through it. Otherwise you'll end up as a drug addict and in jail." You look at her, you do feel bad for what you said. Even though she is one half of the problem.
She sighs and says, "I've decided that it's probably best if we moved out of this house. Out of this state. Start fresh with a new life."
"Um," you say confused.
"I understand that you have friends here but you'll make others. So what do you say? Want to move. Leave this all in the past."
"Um," you reply again.
"We'll have plenty of land so you and your brothers can get dirt bikes. I know you've always wanted one."
Mrs. Bell gets up and walks out the door and shuts it.