Ring. Ring. Ring.
Lawrence looked over to the door. His foster parent's always warned him about answering the door without looking through a window, or a slot, but Lawrence couldn't bear to do so.
He opened the door.
"Hey, Lawrence, uh, hi!" Greg, Lawrence's brother, muttered.
It seemed neither of them was exactly happy about the situation. Lawrene made quickly to recover himself.
"Oh, hi Greg. Nice to finally see you. It's been... a while, huh?"
"10 years, I think."
Greg was 2 years younger than Lawrence, which would be obvious if you compared their faces. Greg was, however, quite a bit larger than Lawrence.
"Well, Greg, come in, make yourself at home."
Greg walked in, examining the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Lawrence's room was quite interesting. His eyes darted to his prized trophy rack. Lawrence was quite the sportman, it seems.
"So, fencing and tennis, ey?"
"Yes. The competitors spend too much time bothering with unimportant things to practice. It's usually quite easy to beat them."
Greg looked toward Lawrence's bed. There were no movie posters, or anything similar around. The place almost seemed to be a shrine to himself.
"Seen any movies lately?"
"No, I don't bother with those. They peaked during the 1970's, I believe."
Greg narrowed his eye's at Lawrence. Lawrence immediately tried to recover.
"So, how is your family, Greg?"
Greg smiled a bit. "As happy as ever. Not nearly as rich as yours, though."
"I could see a bit of Canada in your accent, actually."
They both shared a laugh. Neither of them really felt like laughing at the current moment, though. Even then, Greg suddently grew serious as he looked near the dresser.
"What happened over here?" Greg asked, pointing to the toppled medicine.
"Oh, that." Lawrence said, with disdain. "That damn medicine isn't helping with my affliction at all. Probably making the darn thing worse."
As if on cue, Lawrence felt very dizzy, as if he might pass off. He noticed that his condition was slowly getting worse as his brother was near.
Lawrence stumbled across the room, attempting to reach the dresser. He was too weak however, and fell to the floor. Greg did not help him up.
"Brother!" Lawrence managed to push out.
"You." Greg began, "My brother."
Lawrence was struggling to stay awake. He was fighting desperately to not pass out, and losing.
Lawrence heard a sheathing.
"I remember now, Lawrence. I'm sorry."
Lawrence passed out.