No use lying, Louis thought to himself. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Looked up at Galactic Man and said, “The Bureau told me to come.”
“Why?” Galactic Man asked. He stood on the park grass, refusing to sit down until he got some answers.
“It’s David. He’s in trouble.”
At that, Galactic Man smiled. He took a seat next to Louis, shaking his head. He tilted his gaze towards the Sun. Louis thought the image belonged on a magazine cover.
“My son can take care of himself,” Galactic Man said. “I made sure of that.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing to concern yourself with.”
That was odd. Come to think of it, Galactic Man hadn’t even come down for the funeral. There’d been some excuse — some war in another dimension — but he hadn’t even bothered to visit David’s grave.
Louis knew he didn’t have all the puzzle pieces. There was no use trying to solve a mystery that wasn’t his, and for which he’d probably never find the answer.
Still, he had to tell Galactic Man, “I don’t think he’s in physical danger. The way they were describing things made it sound like he’d gone crazy.”
Galactic Man’s eyes widened. “He’s not in danger–”
“He is the danger,” Louis said, quietly. “After everything you’ve done for me, I couldn’t hide the truth. But you know it’s better if you–”
Before Louis finished the sentence, Galactic Man bolted into the air. Galactic Man sped towards Florida. It’d take him roughly two hours to get there from Virginia.
“–stay out of it.”
Louis clasped his hands, knowing he’d made a mistake.