Blue Painted Ranch House

It hadn't been too long that he spent reading.

Pretty soon all he'd be doing is harming his eyes.

Plus, the roads had started to become uneven, crunching much more prominently. Rugged, dirt roads that jostled their car unpleasantly.

Last he knew, some splotch of pure darkness preceded that. And that was the last time the road had been smooth. Not to mention quite lonely despite the fact. An important clue.

Though with little fanfare but great care did he park the car at the desolate road, Abel happy to shrug off a reluctant sleep.

The ranch house wasn't bad. As Emile had promised the property possessed a serene ambiance.

If the delicate baby blue coat and homey wraparound porch weren't proof enough a rooster dawdled along with complete reign to do as it pleased.

He explained all the rules and that for now Abel was confined to the second floor. But he did get a spacious, fully furnished room all to himself.

"Now you understand I'll need an eety, beety bit of time to trust you," he said two fingers near touching. "Detached as you are this is a big change for you but I swear, you won't have reason not to feel safe and happy and loved with me."

Emile hugged Abel.

"Okay. Agreed."

Escape then, would have to be saved for return of these theoretical privileges. Considering the now forced nature of his captive's smile he could hold no illusion of being allowed privacy either.

"Though I must warn you even I have my limits to being told to sit in stagnation."

"All figured out! You'll be helping around with some chores and for the time being I won't be far off."

"I see," Abel took in with a nod, "if I may it's been a long day. I want to change clothes."

With a kiss Emile shut the door clicking the lock.

Abel began to poke around the things chosen for him. Quality essentials for one, with a clear theme of dark blue tones. Which included some hardback journals all new and all blank. There was also no shortage of books, puzzles, board games, and some colorful model airplanes displayed on the shelves. Also present was a miner's cap.

That when tested was obviously plastic but nevertheless could do some damage and shield his head; whichever way he decided to lean. As well as the light being real.

However one thing was notably absent. A pair of shoes.