It feels like all my extended family are with me at my place celebrating
There are heaps of presents and everyone is happy
We are down in the backyard at night and I'm remotely flying a jet-backpack you to the house
It is a fair distance from my back fence up to the house, like a semi-rural block. It doesn't feel like it is in Darwin
The light goes out on the jetpack. I'm not sure if I made it to the house or not
We all go back up to the house and all my relatives go to bed
I see presents stacked in boxes for all the different kids
I need to find my jetpack so I go outside looking for it
I can't find it in backyard
I take one of my cousins torches/flashlights sitting in the backyard and start looking, I still can't find it
I feel weird searching outside the window of the bedroom where my Uncle and Aunty are sleeping, so I go inside
I look through a vent/skylight inside the house that allows you to see up onto the roof from inside, in case it landed on the roof, but I still can't see it
Again the skylight has a smaller window under it, near the roof, that leads into the room where my Uncle and Aunty are sleeping and I don't want to wake them up
I decide to leave searching for my jetpack until morning when it is daylight
Then in outside and I'm sad
I sit down outside a building that feels like some sort of backpackers hostel in the middle of a mall
I don't know there is, but it's not in Darwin. It is early evening and dark, but it is festive. There is still allot of people out doing last minute shopping
A woman who is with me starts to walk away while I sit down against the building outside
I start crying
I'm bawling my eyes out and it feels like it is because it's Christmas and I'm alone again
I look her as she walks away out through the mall in hopes she will sit with me for a minute and comfort me
It feels like she is only a friend, or at the very least it feels like all I really want from her is a friend. Or at least a shoulder to cry on
But she just looks at me as if to say she's sorry as continues walking away
A teenage boy rides up to me on his push bike and I pretend I'm not crying
He introduces himself as Brett Fitirikkos, as if we know each other and tells me he's putting in job applications, just like I had taught him to
I don't remember who is, or ever teaching him anything. I don't honestly know what he's talking about, but I listen and stop crying whiles he's there
He asks if I'm running the backpackers hostel or if I'm just on welfare. I tell him I'm just on welfare at the moment
Some Greek men are putting on some type of display in the mall across from me. Some type of Christmas display, as street performers
It sounds to me like they are using a small chainsaw or angle grinder on some type of steel frame
I start to fall asleep
I can hear Brett Fitirikkos say goodbye and I can fell him trying to pull my wallet out of my upper right jacket pocket
I told onto it, to prevent him from taking it
He quickly takes his queue to leave and I immediately sense that he's taken my backpack from next to me
"Backpack" I say to him very firmly, letting him know, I know he's taking it
I expect him to stop, thinking that must criminals will have some sort of decency when they are busted red-handed and stop what they are doing
He doesn't have any such decency, he ignores the fact I know he's taking it and keeps taking it anyway
He ignores the fact I'm on welfare and keeps stealing that little I have
I can't believe he's trying to ride off, I get up to chase him but I'm not quick enough
He rides off as quickly as he can through the mall with me yelling "Backpack!" at him, chasing him
'What a complete piece of shit!' I am thinking to myself. I can't his nerve
As he rides off into a alley across from me, I think about all the ways I can chase him to cut him off, but know I'm much too slow to catch him
Another teenage boy on a bike rides off after him, looking back at me for a moment. This makes me think for a second that he is chasing him and going after my stuff, but then I realise it is more likely the other boy is with him and he turned around for a second because unlike Brett Fitirikkos, he seems to have some form of a conscience
I think about what was in the backpack he just stole, if anything
I'm not sure what was in there. Maybe my laptop? I don't know
I still have my wallet and mobile in my pockets
I turn and look around at the people around me wondering where I could find a cop in the crowd to report the theft
My brothers are both suddenly there with me and John, having watched what just took place, shook his head in disbelief and said "Brett, Brett, Brett ..."
"You know him?" I asked and John confirms he does
'Good!' I think to myself, knowing that he gave me his real name. I was worried for a second that he gave me a fake name. At least I know which name to give on the police report
But, I'm not too sure there was actually anything in my backpack anyway
I'm still going after him though, even if it was empty. It's the principle of him not giving a shout when I called for my bag
I still can't believe he wouldn't drop the bag when he was caught and ride off without it. What a scumbag
I take the wallet out of my pocket and realise that it's not mine
'What the hell?'
Initially, I think that Brett Fitirikkos has taken my wallet after all ...
And swapped it with the wallet? But why would be bother to swap it
I am worried because I know my wallet has at least a couple hundred dollars in it
But then I open this wallet and it is packed with $50 notes. I'm not sure how much, but it is allot more than was in my wallet
But the are the old-style paper $50 Australian notes, not the new polymer ones
'Who's wallet is this?' I think to myself. I can't see any ID
Then as I wake up, I wonder to myself if I accidentally put my Uncle Marks wallet in my pocket, instead of mine, thinking it was mine
If so, that means my wallet is most likely still back at home
I hope it wasn't in the backpack
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