Erik stopped at Burger King on his way home and brought lunch for everyone. He found Todd in his room coloring on a loose leaf notebook.
“What ya doing, Sport?” he said.
“Nothin’,” Todd replied.
“Well it looks like you’re doing something.”
“I’m just coloring a picture.”
Todd looked over his son’s shoulder at the drawing, and his heart chilled. It was a picture of the black rock in a field with a full yellow moon overhead.
“Is that the rock you saw?” he asked.
“Yeah. That’s it. But nobody believes me.”
“I believe you, Todd.”
“No you don’t. You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”
Erik took a deep breath, then pulled the pulled the photograph from his notebook and extended it towards his son. The boy’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.
“See, it is real,” he said. “I told you it was.”
“Yes, it is,” Erik said. “Now, come on down and let’s get some lunch. I brought you back a burger and fries.”
“Ok,” Todd said.
“Oh, and just one more thing. Don’t tell your mother about this. At least not yet. Not until I figure out what to do about it.”
“Ok, Dad. Just…just don’t take too long.”