After the really tall police men all dressed in black had escorted him from the room, he was wrapped in a rather warm wool blanket to keep from being too cold in the chilly rainy late fall weather. He had heard some commotion before leaving the apartment about how no one could find a coat for "the kid" as he was increasingly being called by every officer he was surrounded by. Soon he was sipping hot chocolate and chewing on some gummies as he shivered a bit answering the questions of the really nice blonde lady who held a clipboard labeled "CPS" on it. She promised him that he'd never have to go through that ever again. His Daddy would be locked away where monsters like him deserved to go.
His Daddy? Christopher had a hard time recalling his Daddy for a moment until he recalled a man who he resembled who was tall, muscled, and always on his phone--accepting deals and promising that he'd be back after a "hit" or a "job" was over. The fact that Christopher was beginning to remember his old self as Carl as his Daddy should have disturbed him, but in this new reality he'd been acclimated to, it just felt natural to think of Carl as his Daddy--a Daddy who wouldn't let him see Mommy anymore, and barely had time for him--wait, Mommy? Reality shifted once again and Carl's girlfriend from about the time that he could have possibly "had" Christopher suddenly was relabeled in Christopher's young mind as Mommy. Daddy had snuck into his room one night about five years ago and asked if he'd wanted to come with him--and Christopher had said yes. The fact that he'd snuck into his room should have caused Christopher to scream, but all it had taken was one smile from Daddy and Christopher had calmed down before he could gasp in surprise.
Christopher eventually settled down in the back of a big metal van with the letters: SWAT on the side. As he did, he heard two officers talking.
"Suspect must have made a run for it the moment he'd realized he'd been compromised. I told you not to lay it on too thick about abducting the senator's son--now look what it's got us."
"It's got his son heading back to his mother, and at the end of the day, I'd call that a win for the kid, chief."
"True. Linda has the kid's mother been contacted?"
The CPS lady then said, "I've been told she's on the first flight out here in the morning--compliments of the state of Maryland."
"All our tax dollars hard at work."
"Well all of Maryland's, but who's counting?"
"What's going on?" asked Christopher with a bit of a groggy expression.
"Your Mommy's going to come out and meet you tomorrow afternoon. In the meanwhile we've got just the foster home for you to bunker up over night until she arrives," said the friendly CPS lady.
Christopher nodded, feeling rather tired that he could no longer keep his eyes open any longer.
"Good to see the melatonin gummies are kicking in," said the CPS lady as he drifted off to sleep.