The drill made no sound - it had a fine jet of tooth dissolving liquid that also lit the tooth remaining with a purple light which made it obvious to what was being targeted. Within a minute it was cleaned out and down to the gum. With precision, then, the Dentist (who was around Calvin’s own age of not yet twenty) clamped a mould onto the area and injected it with a ‘tooth paste’ that hardened under UV light. The whole procedure was over in less than five minutes and Calvin was being told to sit up and rinse.
“That’s it?” he asked with a jaw that was like chewing gum still feeling fuzzy.
“Yes, unless you would like any of your other teeth looked at”.
“No, fine for today. But thank you.” he added thoughtfully. As Calvin walked out from the building he realized that he really did love his father’s business and had a fixation for the innovations which lay ahead. He did not want to leave at all and whilst the responsibility may have felt too much, this was where he belonged.
His father’s ghost walked beside him as he was thinking this, and was pleased.
“I knew you’d come around” he said proudly to his son.
For not only had he invested his life in this business, he had also invested his spirit. Johnstone Snr could not leave now either - even if he had wanted to.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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