After a few hours, Jeff still hasn’t been able to decide of what to try out next, the teen lets out a groan, rubbing his temples, “I think I’ll take a break,” he mutters to himself, “A small snack would do me good, and hopefully it’ll help me come up with an idea”.
Jeff gets to his feet, turning around to leave, however he hesitates, staring at the screen where the program is still running, “should I at least minimize the program,” he asks himself, “nah… no one enters my room without asking anyway,” with that Jeff exits his room and heads down stairs to make himself a snack.
As he enters the dining room, on his way to the joined kitchen, Jeff encounters his dad, who is sitting at his laptop, probably going over some messages.
“Hey, dad,” Jeff greets the 45-year-old.
“Hey, Jeff,” Mike, Jeff’s dad replies, not looking up from his laptop, Jeff enters the kitchen and begins making himself a snack. “How for Pete’s sake,” his dad suddenly bellows, “every god forsaken time!”
Jeff turns, “what’s up, dad,” he asks, rubbing his temples, ‘fuck this migraine,’ he thinks to himself.
Mike lets out a sigh, “every time I am about to answer someone’s email, the bloody internet connection fucks up,” he growls, he then turns to Jeff, “mind if I use your computer? This email can’t wait!”
“Um… sure… go ahead,” Jeff says, his migraine causing him to not seeming to remember that he had left the program open on the screen, “just let me know once you are done,” he then adds, sitting down at the table with his snack.
“Will do, thanks, Jeff,” Mike says, getting to his feet and heading out of the room.
‘Why do I have the feeling that I forgot something important,’ Jeff thinks to himself, he tries to remember, but the migraine seems to just get worse, ‘probably nothing… god this fucking migraine!’
Meanwhile Mike has entered Jeff’s room and is sitting in front of his son’s computer, staring confused at the screen, “the Chronivac? What kind of game did Jeff get himself now,” he asks himself, staring at the 3D-model of his son on the screen.
Mike’s curiosity is awakened and he decides to read the manual, his eyes widen more and more in disbelief the more he reads, “yeah… right,” he mumbles, “as IF this is real!”
The 45-year-old man, who has an athletic body, black hair with some gray patches and green eyes, tilts his head, “but… what if it’s real,” he asks himself, a grin appearing on his face, “I could have some fun with this, but… I’d need to run a test first. Should I try it on myself? Or should I, to keep safe, try it on Jeff or Tyrone… or both?”