CHAPTER SIX: YOU GOTTA GO WHEN YOU GOTTA GO

Still in a trance, Cho went back into the house to get his belongings, which like any other character from a fantasy story, could fit in two backpacks. Unfortunately he had only one back, and Dave carrying the bag to the pram was out of question, so he called their household help, Elma, a humanoid with a two storey back. Elma had been with the household since Mo was born, as his mother couldn’t handle all the negative publicity her son generated since his birth. As it is less known, Elma has always been a media consultant-cum-adviser for the Saynuan household. Any unwanted intrusions were stopped by her right at the doorstep, and she always knew what to do in an unexpected situation due to the extremely well detailed history of her kind, who have faced each and every permutation of situations possible in their world, hence are sometimes eternally bored with life in general. The only thing that interests them is to observe the only variable parts of life up close- the decisions made by sentient life. And what better occupation for that purpose than being the household help.
Elma promptly stacked up both of Cho’s bags on her back and started carrying them to the MUP waiting outside. Cho looked around at his house one last time- the faded paint, the random signs of nuclear wreckage, the crevices in the wall facing their ex-neighbor’s windows, now facing a charred scar on the earth, a sure shot sign of a lightning strike. He had a feeling he was not going to see this ever again. Then he realized the feeling was called hope.