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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.
. . .
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.
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:32 am (UTC)Ah... You... you're back.
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:37 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:49 am (UTC)N-No, it's fine. It wasn't in your control, so I understand completely. I-I heard you just fine. You were really brave.
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:53 am (UTC)[Except the radio didn't broadcast his apology to her. Lucas, too, is crying, but he has been ever since he walked downstairs and now it's just a little more.]
How has everything been here? Have you and Fuuko been OK?
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Date: 2010-05-09 06:37 pm (UTC)*probably not*
*because Hinawa's omelettes are perfect*
* . . . . . . but now's not the time to be thinking about her*]
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Date: 2010-05-12 05:19 am (UTC)[but she'll be giving you the best she has]
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Date: 2010-05-12 05:45 pm (UTC)Thanks.