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“No! I’ll never take any help from her! There’s no point in being free if she’s going to have me take out my friends!” The doppelganger smirked as the Informant looked up at him in horror. “There’s another spirit-a lovely lady who would be willing to help free you somehow, because it hurts her so much to see this fate befall her… Little Prince…” “And I’m not the only one in the spirit realm who is deeply upset with your plight,” the double said. There’d be no point for me to become you and stay trapped for all eternity…” And pitying myself for as long as you’re here, I can’t take your essence. “Well…” sighed his double, materializing out of nowhere. The mice sensed something evil approaching and they fled under the bed. The Informant froze-he knew that voice it was an echo of his own. “So this is the life… and afterlife… that you want…?” a voice sneered. “Maybe it’s better this way… They won’t be suffering like me…” He sobbed as he realized what they would do-they would probably stay with him for all eternity, though he could not bring himself to allow them to stay… He would tell them to go and live their lives, just as they were probably struggling to do right this moment. “What would they say if they knew where I was…? If they knew I was going to be trapped here for all eternity…?” “After what happened with Adelo, I didn’t feel like making new friends, especially with them, but… Techie’s laugh made everything alright… And then I made friends with the Inspector… And it took so long for me to make friends with the Messenger…” He shook his head. “I haven’t been separated from them since I met them in Central Park…” the boy went on. “I don’t want to forget them…! I don’t want them to forget me…!” “Yeah, I’ll probably end up forgetting them, too…” sobbed the Informant. Now the other two mice were squeaking, too. “They’re probably thinking that one day they’ll meet me again, but… They never will… I’ll never see them again… And even though they’re sure they never will, they’ll probably end up forgetting me after several hundred years…” “But… I… I can’t help it… I know they’re missing me and mourning me and are probably feeling terrible about losing me… But I can’t help but feel that they should be here, realizing that I’m stuck in this Heaven-forsaken place.” He trembled more violently. I won’t believe that they let Carmen take me…” He trailed off, sobbing. “I want to believe that they miss me, too…” he said. The mouse named Techie squeaked, looking up at him with its shiny eyes. “I’d give anything to see them again… But they don’t even know I’m alive…” “I miss them…” he said, his voice cracking. The Informant held the shy mouse close to him. “And you’re Techie.”īut why did thinking of his friends hurt so much? Why wasn’t he feeling happy when he thought about his friends? His head was hazy, and he felt that his memories had been drain of all happy emotions-had the ghosts really drained it all in their quest to remember what happiness was like? “I’ll name you after them… You’re the Inspector, you’re the Messenger…” He coaxed the shy mouse into his hand, where it promptly curled itself into a ball. “You’re buddies… just like them…” he realized. The mice seemed to remind him of people he knew… One was large, one had wild fur, and the other shrunk away from him, shy and timid. Instead, the mark on his shoulder began to glow, and it repelled him from the window with such a force that he was sent halfway across the room.Ī small squeak made him blink, looking the trio of mice he had seen the previous night by his head. “No…!” he pleaded to no one in particular. It was as thought there was an invisible force field, or another piece of glass that he could not see. His relief was short-lived, however, as he realized that he could not go past the boundary of the windowsill.
Tentatively, he tried to open it, and he was surprised when it opened with ease. He bolted out of the cot and crossed to the window. Sunlight had found its way through the window, and the Informant opened his eyes to find himself on the old, dusty cot in the room. The Informant’s head throbbed as consciousness came to him. Theme(s): 26 To be forgotten is worse than death.įandom: Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?ĭisclaimer: The characters aren't mine (unless otherwise noted) and the story is!
Title: Home by the Sea, chapter 6: Adrift Without DirectionĪuthor/Artist: Crystal Rose of Pollux ( rose_of_pollux)
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