Chapter Two: Caleb

I

"Mi Dios! Dale!"shouted Pablo, rushing across Dale's unconscious body.

Pablo shifted Dale's limp body to a sitting positioned, leaned him against the moss-clad wall and started to do what most people would do.

"Wake up, boy,"Pablo whispered, while flinging his left palm unto Dale's cheek repetitively. "This is no time for dormir!"

After a few slaps and what seemed to be pats on the shoulders, Dale finally lifted his heavy eyelids. The sudden stream of light hurt his eyes and he squinted just to make up the figure in front of him. For a second the world seemed to have cloned itself in an infinite number and everything was a blur. Then came the shout.

"Dale!!"

Almost immediately Dale came to his senses and the all-too familiar face appeared instantly.

"Tio Pablo..?" Dale mumbled.

"Si, si. Now come on, follow me back. Your tia Juan is going to freak out seeing you like this," Pablo said while trying to help Dale unto his feet.

"Hungghh.."

"What is that my boy?"asked Pablo, bringing his ears closer to Dale. Pablo winced as the strong alcoholic scent of overnight Old Pulteney entered his nostrils. 

"Grrrhhh.."

"Que?"

For a second the world seemed to stop and Pablo knew what was going to happen. Dale threw his head backwards in an awkward manner and jerked forward as streams of liquor and God-knows-what came flushing out of his throat. Pablo tried to move backwards but his effort was to no avail. 

His Hawaiian shirt, previously drenched only in his own sweat, now contains also of alcohol, spit and some other horrifying substance that even himself do not want to find out.