Fabian parked in front of an inconspicuous three story building in a quaint part of town.

"What is this place?" Adam asked.

"Come in and see."

There were no signs on the building, so it didn’t look like a store or an office of any kind. As soon as Adam walked through the red doors he found himself in a sort of museum of the esoteric. There were shelves filled with all kinds of historical looking, religious and cultural artifacts including swords, shields, bowls, art, tapestry, sculptures, stones, jewelry, gems, metal engravings and books. Hundreds of books.

"What is this place?" Adam asked again, but this time in awe.

"The place is not what is important, it is what is housed in here that is important," Fabian said cryptically. 

"And what does it contain?"

A dreary old figure of a man appeared from one of the inner rooms dressed in an old brown suit. "Knowledge."

"Hi there. Are you Fabian's father?"

"No, I am not his father. I am a teacher."

"Like from school?"

"No, Adam, not like from school."

"Ok, I see." Adam said, contemplating if the old man was just as crazy as Fabian. "I am still not sure what Fabian brought me here for."

"I already told you, Adam. We have been looking for you." Fabian said.

"Yes, you did say that, more than once actually."

"You see, Adam, you are a very special individual." The old man said.

"Special? What do you mean?"

"You will know soon enough. In the meantime take this." The old man said as he handed him a pair of glasses. "Don’t wear it today. Have it on you or near you until tomorrow. It needs time to calibrate to your field so to speak."

"Okay..." Adam was now pretty sure the old man was just as crazy as Fabian. "But I don’t need glasses. My eyes are fine." 

"These are not for your eyes, Adam." 

"Right."

Yes, defintely as crazy as Fabian, Adam concluded.

The old man smiled. "Take this with you as well," the old man handed him a book and turned around to walk back into one of the inner rooms.

"The Astral Realm," Adam read the book's title aloud.

"Time to go. We will come back some other time." Fabian said.

"Ok. The old man never even told me his name though."

"His name is Barlow."

Fabian dropped Adam at his house and sped off into the distance.

"Wow, what a couple of crazies." Adam looked down at the pair of glasses hanging by his collar.

Remember, don’t wear the glasses until tomorrow. Adam replayed Fabian's parting words in his mind.

Ignoring the instruction, Adam grabbed it and placed it on his face, only to be struck by a sharp pounding pain in the center of his head. Shards of screeching sounds flashed through his brain. He exasperatedly pulled the glasses away from his face, bending over and breathing heavily as he tried to gain a grip on his stomach, his palms reaching for each side of this head.

“What was that?!”

Still a bit dazed, Adam slowly stumbled his way through the front door, heading over to the kitchen for a glass of water. He looked at the pair of glasses and in a surge of fury grabbed it to slam it into the trash can. But just before doing so, he stopped and felt he wouldn’t, or that actually, he shouldn’t. He placed it back down on the counter.