Ninth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[He awoke in a bed.  That was strange.  He had gone to sleep on a chair, having successfully made it around the neighborhood to visit anyone who was ailing.  The Netherlands hadn't yet returned when he'd snuck back into the house, pretending as if he had never left in the first place. What was even stranger was that he was apparently in his pajamas and . . . looking out the window . . . There was no haze.  There was no rubble.  There were no hazmat men.  There were no corpses.

 . . .

He slowly walks downstairs as if in a trance and sees the familiar sight of his kitchen.  Tears immediately coming to his eyes, the boy rushes to the telephone.]

Hello?!  Is this Mayfield?  Am I . . . Am I back?!   Did we win?  Did . . . Did we all make it?  Is everyone.  Is everyone OK?  Mr. Netherlands?  Mr. Netherlands, did we beat them?

Is this real . . . ?  If this is really Mayfield, someone please answer me.  There were so many things we found in Westport.  And last night -- Last night, that voice.  Richard Grey's last message.  You all heard it too, right?

EDIT:
Kay's right.
We all found clues over there that everyone should see.  I have a copy of the note that Kay and I found in the library and the one that Miss Alice and I found in the car.  If anyone wants to come see them, that's fine.  We should all get together sometime soon.

Comments

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Lucas! You're all right! I'm so relieved...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Kay!

[And that is real. That confirms it for him. If both of them are here talking over the telephone . . . ]

Kay! We did it . . . We survived.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I was beginning to think we'd be trapped in that terrible place forever...

[windmill.livejournal.com]

We're back. We're back in Mayfield. I don't know how, but we are.

[His voice is a mixture of confusion and wonder.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Mr. Netherlands . . .

[He's so happy that he can't say anything for a few moments. Tears stream down his face.]

We must've won. Someone must've figured out the way to get home -- You heard that message too, didn't you?

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

Lucas! Oh thank the Weaver and all the saints, everything, you're okay...

[Oh man. Guess who feels like such a traitor for giving you that yogurt? Yeah, this gal.]

What did -- what do you mean Richard Grey's last message? Are you okay?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Miss Margot!

[Oh geez he's bawling even louder now and he can barely talk through his tears.]

I-I-I knew you'd come back! I-I knew . . . I knew they'd bring you back. You're a-alive . . . You're still alive . . .

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

[[jgsdklads]]

L-lucas! You're back!

...wait, you didn't die?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Ah! He remembers that voice.]

Um, um. Massimo, right? No! No, I definitely didn't die. Why would you think that?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm...? You were trapped in Westport as well?

I'm afraid to say I didn't discover much of importance.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Really? I'm sorry I didn't see you or help you . . . But that's fine. Just as long as you're OK.

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

[since they live in the same house, Ange will be coming downstairs herself]

Ah... You... you're back.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Miss Ushiromiya!

[He doesn't hesitate in tackle-hugging her.]

Miss Ushiromiya, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I left . . . Ah! Did the radio message work? Did you hear me?

[mydedicatedfix.livejournal.com]

People returning...

[And for a second, Kid actually holds his tongue. There's more important things to do than yell at people for NOT STAYING DEAD GOSH.]

What the hell happened out there? Last we saw, half the people who left were in the brand-new cemetery that appeared overnight.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It was terrible. The whole thing . . . I. I'm sorry. I don't really want to think about exactly what happened right now. There was poison and men in suits and gas and . . .

It's just important that we're back now. It's all over.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[His voice is ragged, still, from the gas inhalation.]

You made it out too...?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a few moments to recognize that voice.]

Mr. Sideswipe! . . . You sound terrible! Where do you live? I'll be there right away.

[sailor-starfish.livejournal.com]

*Fuuko is now running into your room, looking upset.*

How could you leave Fuuko behind while you went to play with the starfish all day long?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Fuuko!

. . . The what?

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

How was death?

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[@*#($*#@(*%&#$(*%T&o9uliewjlkdj2#*%&@#(*% Lucas resists the urge to hang up immediately.]

I don't know. Why?

[shamagaladin.livejournal.com]

I heard it. Are you alright?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

((Assuming they introduced themselves and everything.))

Med'an! I'm glad to see you again - I'm fine. Did you make it through the last day alright?

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Yup. We're back.

[She coughs a bit. That haze certainly didn't do her lungs any good, and it looks like it's still with her.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is too excited to cough! OK maybe he does a little.]

Shiraasan! I'm sorry I lost track of you again -- Did you make it through alright?