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.]

[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?

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

[[jgsdklads]]

L-lucas! You're back!

...wait, you didn't die?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

But we're not. We made it. We'll. We'll never have to go through that again.

[A pause.]

B-But what about . . .

[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?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

What about what?

[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 . . .

[windmill.livejournal.com]

I heard it. [he's smiling, too. somehow.] He was like us, after all.

[ . . . ]

America and I buried him.

[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?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Everyone who died in Westport . . .

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

[And this is going to set off a chain reaction of tears because she's crying into the phone now too.]

Lucas, I'm so sorry, s-so so sorry! I didn't... I didn't k-know they were poisoned, I couldn't stop myself..!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . You mean his body? Is that where you went after I fell asleep? That was good of you, Mr. Netherlands.

I can't believe we're really back.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I... I don't know. I just woke up myself. I haven't heard from anybody else yet.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I-It's OK! It's OK I'm OK nothing -- nothing really bad happened at all I was able to heal it wasn't. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault at all.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

We have to make sure. If. If they're not . . .

[His happiness is slowly beginning to deflate.]

I'm going to check up on Miss Margot right away.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Good idea. Let me know as soon as you find out, okay?

((Also, check your message inbox))

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Ja. He was a good person, wasn't he? I... hope he's resting.

Me, neither. [a small pause, a bit hesitant:] You're alright, aren't you? [of course he isn't. none of them are. but he'll ask anyway.]

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

I couldn't -- spirits. But you're -- Lucas, did you die? How did you get back..?

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

...

[[massimo sounds more stressed than he has for the longest time.]]

...People who died in Westport began appearing here. Does... this mean it's over?

[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]

((Done! And let's continue in your topic.))

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

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

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