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

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Your dad is a dic- [quickly censoring himself] -he sounds like a jerk.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Well. I-I guess he's not a real person, so I can't really blame him. I did kick him once, though. I felt bad afterward.

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[He's looking at the menu.] What are the other members of your 'family' like?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

The other ones are real people. Miss Ushiromiya was quiet at first, but she's pretty nice. Fuuko's . . . um. Fuuko's interesting.

[Lucas is staring at the menu, too. He doesn't know what any of these things are.]

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Is Fuuko your brother?

[not familiar with the concept either, not being American, but hey, he does understand things like chocolate and vanilla] What's your favorite flavor?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Fuuko's my sister. She's supposed to be older than me, but I'm not sure about that sometimes . . .

[Lucas is scanning the menu for omelettes, which does not appear to be an option for some bizarre reason he can't comprehend.]

Out of these? Um. I've only ever tried strawberry-flavored anything . . . Maybe I should go with something else, then. Chocolate sounds good.

[Strawberry-flavored tofu was definitely not his favorite thing in the world.]