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...

[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?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

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

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

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

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

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

[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.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

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

You made it out too...?

[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?!

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

How was death?

[shamagaladin.livejournal.com]

I heard it. Are you 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.]