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]

T-That's really impressive! I can only do a few offensive things -- Almost all of my PSI is used for healing and defense. It's too bad you didn't have more of your abilities back, Miss Shina. Although there's probably no point saying that now.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*tea sip*

I certainly could have used something more than my tea manipulation powers during my venture through Westport, but what's done is done.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas attempts to subtly down the whole thing in one gulp. It's better than he expected.]

You know, there's something strange about that. If they wanted to kill us off, why give us back our abilities at all?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it's just a game to the person in charge?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I didn't get that feeling, either, though. It seemed a lot more sinister than just a game . . .

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure you quite understand what I meant. The person in charge could possibly be entertained by what happens to us in Mayfield and Westport.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

They probably are. But I felt like . . . This was important, somehow. That there was a definite reason as to why this happened exactly the way it did.

I guess it's just a silly feeling.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm... well, who knows. You may be right.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Maybe.

Well. Thanks for the tea, Miss Shina. I should probably go and see if anyone else needs my help.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

Try not to push yourself too hard.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I won't. Thanks.