Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? One flap of a butterfly’s wing and could set off a chain of events that could lead to a storm on the other side of the world. One small action leads to a drastic destination.
Josh would face such an event when he possessed a guy he thought to be a nobody. Phillip Lucchese, just a simple brown-haired man in his early 20s. After four years of studying business abroad, he’s come back to his family’s home before traveling back to start his postgraduate studies. Much of his life is still presenting itself in flashes of memories. With the little memories he has received so far, Josh is sure that he could impersonate the guy for a few days. Phillip will serve as his root in the cities of New Jersey and New York. Throughout his life, he could decide what steps he will take, and what angle of living he will strive for.
Outside the airport, Josh heard a black Cadillac honking at him. The car looked expensive and somewhat familiar. With his baggage lagging behind, he went to the car and saw a man clothed in a waistcoat in the middle of summer. Like the car, the man looked familiar but his memories are still lagging behind that he could not put a finger on it.
As Josh tried to climb inside the car, the driver blocked his way.
“Four years in Italia and you snob your uncle Vinny. That’s cold, even for me, little prince.” Vinny, the right-hand man of Phillip’s father, said.
Vinny may have a stoic face befitting of a stone-cold murderer, but Josh could see the hurt behind his sullen gray eyes. Looking at those eyes changed the influx of memories dripping in his mind. He remembered the man as if he was with him his entire life.
“I am quite sorry for the disrespect, Vinny. I am quite tired from the flight that I did not realize.” The words flowed like butter in Josh’s mouth. He let the memories talk for him.
“No harm done, little prince. Come now. I know your father has his eyes turned white while waiting for you all week. Come,” Josh climbed aboard the expensive-looking car and let his tired stolen body breath a moment’s relief. He dozed for a few minutes but Vinny woke him up at their destination - a small mansion of stone and black iron with an old and large sweet birch by the front yard.
The mansion is a familiar place but the real mind is wary of its unfamiliarity. Josh heard voices where there were not. It was the memories speaking to him. This mansion used to be a lively place, but only dust and silence remains. Walking through the creaking black stairs, he entered his supposed father’s office. Vigo Lucchese - a man nearing his 60s - threw his arms in the mere sight of his son. He grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you in for a dab of his lips on both cheeks.
“My son,” Vigo said. “Was the trip long?”
“Very much so, and tiring.” Once again, Josh let the memories talk for him. Although, he could feel him reaching the end of the memories he had saved. Much is still hidden behind a fog and the memories don’t come fast enough. “Is mother here?”
Vigo raised a brow, “Did you not read the message Vinny sent? Was it not the reason why you came? To see your mother in the hospital?”. Vigo pushed Josh out and made one long look at his eyes. Keeping eyes on his father is difficult. Something tells him that if he made a mistake, just one wrong glance, it could cost him his cover. As such…