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

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's true, I guess. So you . . . You came back as soon as you died?

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

I woke up in bed like nothing had ever happened; I wasn't even hurt anymore.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Really? But . . . I'm still . . .

I guess it must've been because you died. So that's how we'll be able to tell -- Everyone who's still hurt made it to the end.

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

You're still hurt..? Is there anything I can do?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Thanks! But it's not anything serious. I don't even know if it's worth wasting my PSI on.

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

Alright... Like I said, if you ever need help, just call me.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I will.

. . . Thank you, Miss Margot. For Westport, I mean. It was because of you and my other friends that I could keep going.

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

No, thank you -- you were a really big help.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[He quietly accepts the thanks, beginning to realize that people will say it no matter what he says.]

I don't know how much longer I could've lasted. But does anyone know what really happened? Why we all came back?

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

I really don't know... Why they would even let us back from all of that or even show it to us in the first place...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm sure if we all put our minds together, we can figure it out. Um. Maybe after a few days of rest, though, aha.