There he hunted down Barclays Bank and after hours of signing papers he had an account. He made sure it was relatively small, only £500,000. It was a good thing that Fletcher had come through with those papers; he now had a birth certificate that stated he was born in 1956, a driver's license and other important documents for both worlds. He made a mental note to insert himself into the system as soon as he purchased the house. Though he was technically thirty, his paperwork stated he was twenty-five, easier to pull off.
The next place he went was to the newly opened Smith and Anderson. He reviewed the investments he wanted to make. They were unsure about some of them because the firm thought they would only be trends, but Hydrus was insistent.
He used a public phone to call the number of the owner and made arrangements with the man to meet him at the house the next day. Now, he needed food and shelter for the night. Thank Merlin, jeans and T-shirts were a fashion in this time. He really didn't want to buy a whole new wardrobe, though he would need to stick to solid shirts.
The next day at noon he met with Ralph Jerkins, the owner of the house. He was an older normal looking man, one that you could lose in any crowd, with sandy hair and brown eyes. He was dressed the same as Hydrus in clean jeans and a T-shirt.
"Mr. Jerkins?" Hydrus asked as he approached.
"Yup, are you Mr. Black? You're kinda young to be buying a house," the man replied, though he did hold out his hand in greeting.
"I know I look young, but I'm twenty-five and my godfather left me a small fortune," he explained as he shook the hand. He pulled out his driver's license to prove his age. Thank goodness he had taken his aging potion.
"So, what's a young man like you need with a house this big? It's an old family home and I don't want to see it destroyed by a bunch of hooligans," Jerkins said, giving Hydrus a hairy eyeball. "The only reason we're selling is because me and the missus are the only ones left, and the house was getting too costly. However, we want to make sure the buyer would care for it. One of the reasons we didn't go through a realtor, they'd sell it to the first person who met the price."
No wonder the house has been on the market so long, Hydrus thought. "Not to worry, I'm just thinking about my future. I plan on having a big family and your house is perfect for that," he answered sincerely. "You see, I'm an orphan, so it is my dream to have a house such as this one and fill it with children. Like you, I am the last of my family."
It took a bit longer and a few more sob stories, until finally the older man caved. "Alright then, I'll take you at your word. Now, the house had been on the market for a few years. We've tried to keep it up, but the costs are getting out of hand. So we lowered the price to £ 120,000."
Hydrus didn't really care about whether this was a good price or not. "Sounds good, shall we go and see your solicitor?"
"You're not going to haggle?" Ralph asked with a lifting of an eyebrow. Most of the people he talked to wanted him to lower the price more, even if it was already below market value.
"Nope, I really want this house, and I have the funds."
"Right, let's go and see if Charlie is available," Jerkins said with a bit of relief. So the two made their way to his lorry and drove to the lawyer's office.
Hours of paperwork and two bank checks later and Hydrus was now the new owner. All three men shook hands and parted ways. Thank goodness that buying in cash made this go a lot faster, though it did cause the lawyer to ask a lot of questions. To which, Hydrus gave the same stories he had told Mr. Jenkins.
The second thing that Hydrus did was buy a new car. His eyes sparkled when he saw the Ferrari, but his brain kicked in. If he couldn't save his parents then he needed a car that could hold four people comfortably. So he turned his attention to the Mercedes Benz. In the end he purchased a 1981 Mercedes-Benz 240D 4 Door Sedan. Once again it took hours of paperwork; boy was he going to be glad when the internet boomed again.
It was now night, so he drove to the nearest restaurant and ordered the fish and chips. Then he took himself home. He pulled bits of junk out of his pocketspace, making a mental note to empty it and sort through everything. Then he used the junk to make a bed and blanket and promptly fell on to it, clothes and all, and fell asleep.
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