Secrets Revealed Pt:7

Lewis was wondering where the hell Simon had gone, when he reached his apartment. He was in London anyway, and they had got no new recording done in weeks. Besides, it was another excuse for him to hook up with Hannah really. Considering they lived in different parts of the country, it was easiest for them to just meet in London. It has the best travel links after all. She had agreed to meet with him in the afternoon, so he had the whole morning to find Simon and find out what was going on really.

But when Lewis reached his friends apartment, what he found surprised him. He was expecting Simon to look surprised, but happy when he turned up. After all Simon was usually really happy when Lewis went out of his way to visit him. But instead of the smiling ginger man, it was almost like Lewis was looking at a ghoul or something. Simon's face was sunken in, and very pale. His normally strong ginger beard was gray and patchy. And his eyes. Usually there was a childlike quality too Simon's eyes. A twinkle of mischief. A spark of immaturity. But instead they where dull and blotchy. It was obvious that something was wrong with Simon.

Simon greeted Lewis with a grunt, and beckoned for him to come inside when Lewis just stared, stunned at what his friend was looking like. The house was just as messy as normal, but instead of general clutter, it was filled with sheets of paper. They covered every surface. One piece of paper caught Lewis' eye instantly. Printed in big red letters at the top, almost like a comical spy prop, where the words "CONFIDENTIAL". But as Lewis went to grab it, Simon quickly snatched it from his grasp, and quickly shoved it into a draw. Muttering a lame excuse, Simon quickly swept some paper off of a chair and offered it to Lewis. As Lewis looked at the papers and documents littering every surface, he just couldn't take any of the information in. It all seemed just to absurd. There where papers on Mechanics, Biology, Legal papers. There was just no logical order to everything that was filling the space.


As he offered the tea to Lewis, he decided enough was enough. Mustering his courage, and steeling his nerve, Simon turned to Lewis, who was just staring at paper after paper.
"Lewis" he began slowly, sitting down and facing Lewis, head on. "I know you came here to ask what is going on."
Lewis nodded slowly, meeting Simon's gaze with difficulty. There was something in those eyes. He had been hiding something for so long. But what. "Well, I am just worried about you. You have been gone for a few days now."
"I know. I needed to go check something"
"But it happening so often now. You seem to be disappearing off with vague reasons more and more recently. I need to know why"
"I know you do Lewis. I know you do".
Simon, hands trembling now, opened back up the drawer, and passed Lewis the piece of paper he tried to take earlier. "Read this"

As Lewis started to scan through the mass of information on the page, the cup in his hand fell to the floor and smashed, spewing the tepid tea all over the carpet.

"I'm sorry" was all Simon could mutter, as Lewis kept reading.