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Morning, on a Saturday. What a lovely day to wake up to. The sun is shining, there are a few clouds in the sky, and the birds are singing. The only thing that could make it worse was if a villain similar to those in comic books suddenly appeared to wreck havoc on the whole US of A. And when you're twenty one, have yellow blonde hair, emerald green eyes, wear glasses, and are viewed as a nerd with a video game job just starting to go your way, nothing could be better, right? Ha! Well, I was just about to find out how quickly one's life can end and another begins. It all starts with one fatal crash, then nothing.

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The day started off well enough. I still live with my parents, pathetic I know, but I am saving up for a nice house. My name is Colby Daniels, I am about 5'11" weigh 137 lbs., and I have blond yellow hair with emerald green eyes. I am into wolves, dragons, and other mythical creatures. I have been mostly attracted to dragons; the way they fly, their powerful grace and agility. I would think my life has somewhat been on the awkward side, not that I am shy or think myself short of Einstein, it's that I have always had this feeling I have been born to be something...more. It might just be me dreaming of saving people one day, but I cannot complain; it is not an unpleasant life.

I am a shy person, but exceptionally bright, able to grasp new material in a short amount of time. I work for two video game companies, Sony PlayStation and Xbox. I know, it is weird, but they are a joint company now. Many new technological discoveries can be made with two successful companies. I am just their envoy, traveling back and forth, settling arguments and suggesting paths to take every now and again.

With the way we are going, 3D reality could become real in the near future. The games that we have sold so far have been vastly more popular than any game the two companies have sold separately. We are coming up with a new system that will be revolutionary in the gaming industry, although it would break my promise to reveal what it is.

I usually just go along with what is happening in the world. Like surfers riding the waves, letting the wind take them, I go along with the waves of the Internet, leading me from one great discovery to the next. I am usually very mellow unless someone provokes me. I would say my emotions go into the extremes, from lazing about, to totally focused, to really angry. I never show it, but sometimes it comes out when I least expect it. I am also a free spirit. I am loving and caring but can sometimes be aloof.

If you had me as a friend, you wouldn't be disappointed. There are a lot of things my parents don't know about me, yet I feel they know how to guide me through life based on what they have seen and experienced. I can also be funny and enjoy playing video games with my best friends. I have a few, but they all seem to move away to a different city or state sooner or later. Bummer.

Other than that I am a nice person who returns gestures of kindness. I have never found one person to be with, but I suppose that will come in time. It is not like I am in a rush or something, although it would be good to have a companion in my life someday.

Carrying on...

Now, I am wearing a dark green/gray set of pants that can unzip into shorts. I have a large black shirt one with a picture of three wolves with a moon in the background with wistful cloud covering. My house is a normal two story with a basement. Decent sized T.V. room, a guest room, or I and my sisters...room. *Sniff* Anyway, the kitchen is spacious with an adjacent dining room. Across from the bathroom is the upstairs, parent's room is to the immediate left, and then to the right into a T are me and my sister's room.

I still remember the day, last year. My sister and I used to quarrel when we were young, but this was a big fight. She stormed up into her room and shut the door. Everything would go back to normal in a few weeks, given that we avoid one another. But when she did not come down a few hours later I went up to see if she was still there, and to my surprise, as I opened the door, the window was wide open. We looked everywhere for her, but I soon found a note telling her she left, to never return. After that, my parents and I never saw her again. *Sigh*

I tried looking for her for a while but I came up empty each time. It was like she had just vanished, that she didn't want to be followed. I might never be able to forgive myself for that mistake, for even though we have quarreled and argued through most of our childhood, we still maintained a mutual understanding of one another.

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We were traveling on the highway to the movies to watch the new release of the Avengers. The others were all exciting and it seemed like things were at an end. Would the good guys triumph over evil? Would Thanatos, the evil character in the movie, successfully obtain all six infinity stones and rule over everything? What I did not know however, was that it would be the last one I saw.

On the way back home from the movies, we were stuck behind a full row of toxic material in those big black and yellow trucks. The movie was epic and the ending was fabulous! I wouldn't want to spoil how the movie went, not like I am tempted or anything.

One second I was going to hear my dad curse the drivers for being too slow for his liking, the next, BOOM! We were on a four-lane highway, the trucks lined up in a row horizontally, going fairly fast, but not fast enough for the likings of my dad. The truck to the left of the one we were following suddenly exploded in bits of metal and toxins. The explosion made the truck in front abruptly stop; making our car crash into it and making us flip over. On instinct I unbuckled my seat belt and landed with a painful "Oomph!" on the roof of the car. I did not even give consideration to see if my parents made it out alive, but I would soon find out. I crawled out the broken window, cutting my hands multiple times, heedless of the broken glass.

I slowly stood up, limping with a slight numbness in my left leg to the edge of the forest, behind and away from the wreck which had started flaming. I raised my hand to wipe sweat from my forehead and dropped it down in surprise to see blood and the green toxins on it. The toxins were burning the cuts and scrapes on my hands, making faint trails of smoke rise up into the sky. I looked up with a blurred vision, my glasses shattered and left on the ground, clothes torn and stained with blood.

I turned back to see my dad on the floor halfway out the window, dead. I quickly look away, almost retching the contents of my snack at the movies only to hear sirens blaring in the distance. I take another step forward only to suddenly fall down to my knees, gasping in pain. I grasp my left thigh in fear, feeling immense pain running along the full length of it instead of a dull throb. I do not look down but I can feel sharp pieces of glass in my leg. My face is scrunched up in pain as I grimace through the building perspiration of my forehead. I look up briefly to see paramedics rushing over, but I black out before they arrive, falling onto the soot and blood stained grass, unaware that this event would change my life forever.

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Year: May 3, 2017

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...

...Nothing. The silence of space permeates the air. It seeps through the threads and linings, edging me towards the realm of nonexistence. Nothing is heard, nothing is felt as I drift amiably in a black void that continues on forever.

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep... What's that? I struggle in vain to open my eyes to see where the sound is coming from but the complete black quiet engulfs me once more before I find out.

Months fly by unheeded, unanswered, unaware. The news flickers on occasionally. I can feel tubes and needles stuck inside me, aware of nothing yet everything at the same time. I can feel as if my body is floating in water, weightless and heavy at the same time.

I wake up some time later, for what seemed like minutes to me is a few months, how many, no clue. I try and open my eyes again with little success. I barely crack them open to see a mess of mechanics; a tube running down my nose, an IV in my arm, the T.V. is off, and I hurt all over. I briefly close my eyes, gathering much needed strength while breathing slowly through the contraption of tubes in my nose, trying to drown out the pain. When I open them again with more success my vision is blurry, but soon clears enough for me to see my surrounding.

Hospital.

The one word rushes through my mind as I look frantically around, white walls, bed, medical machines, medicine, T.V., did I already say T.V.? My bad. My heart starts to race as what happened slowly comes back to me. A big explosion, pain, fire, flood, then darkness...

I start to gulp for air and the dull pain returns full force. I start to panic; looking frantically around for something I know should be here. I find the morphine button and press it three times, why three? Lucky number maybe, just came to me. In a few minutes the pain becomes bearable again while I slowly close my eyes and focus on slowing down my breathing.

Now I begin to feel insecure and upon looking down I find myself wrapped in bandages, left leg in a semi-cast and head wrapped in a generous amount of gauze. I am clothed in a pair of light blue pants with the left side cut off so my semi-cast can move around unrestricted. As for my chest, it is also wrapped in a moderate show of bandages. My chest burns slightly as I gently touch them, inspecting to see what damage is done.

A nurse comes in a few minutes later with a plain blue dress with white pants and shoes; long rust red hair tied up in a ponytail with slightly dark tan skin. She appears to be around 5'7" with a smooth walk that tells me she is different than most girls I had talked to. She goes over to the machines and takes down some notes on her clipboard as I blink slowly, trying to think if she is real or just created by my imagination. I guess I made a strange sound because she immediately looks up and over at me. She puts the clipboard onto the edge of the bed and comes over to see how I am doing.

"Hi, my name is Anea. It is nice to see you're awake." She says in a cheerful voice with a smile almost too big for her beautifully curved face. I spot a glint of her beautiful Misty Turquoise eyes as she turns to look at me.

"Ho-How long have...I been here?" I squeak out weakly, my voice cracking under the strain. I cough a few times to clear my throat, the pain returning partially before receding.

"You shouldn't talk too much" Anea replies slyly, gently pushing me back down as I try to get up, only to grunt in pain a little as I come back down.

"Take it easy, you have been here for three months, you have been in intensive care for two. It is going to take some time to fully heal, but hopefully you will be as good as new in a few weeks," she continues, smiling sympathetically. She returns with the clipboard and speaks once more before leaving.

"Food is on the table to your right. New glasses and your Kindle Fire are on your left. Don't strain yourself too much, you need your rest." she says while walking out the door, her nurse's outfit flowing behind her as if brushed upon by a soft breeze.

I nod weakly as Anea leaves, stunned to find I had been here for three months! I turn to my right and find a tall glass of water with soup and crackers. I scrunch my eyes; confused to think the nurse would know when I would wake up. Blinking rapidly while slowly shaking my head, I gently pull the table over the bed, find the switch to move the bed, and turn on the T.V. with the volume set to low.

As I start to eat and drink, I see large movements of troops on the screen and look up, pausing after taking a long drink of my water. It shows a reporter talking about some action in Russia, some fighting with some foreign soldiers or maybe terrorists and orders about other politics. Not really thinking it is important right now, I shrug my shoulders as I resume drinking and finish my lunch. Glancing outside the window, the darkness of night descends on the city; the bright and vibrant hues of summer moving over for winter, so I finish my supper and move the table away to focus on something else.

Gazing blankly at the T.V. with a motionless expression and a million things running through my mind, I remember something that Anea had said. Turning around carefully to my left, I find my glasses resting on top of my Kindle Fire HD with a new stylus along with my wireless headphones. My Kindle was probably fetched from the grass after it went flying out the open window in the initial crash. I had brought my Kindle with me to the movies so I could listen to music on the way back.

Carefully, I pick up my glasses and open them, turning them around to face me as if they were a head. I jump slightly when I see my reflection. My head is wrapped in bandages with stitches running from between the middle of my right ear and eye, almost to the side of my mouth in a slight downward curve. Tears start to come unbidden as I remember the fate of my father, and probably mother. First my sister then my parents, what rotten luck.

With difficulty, I wipe away my tears and place my glasses aside folded and gently pick up my Kindle. I first turn it over to inspect if there could be any lasting damage from the impact. It would not do if I lost all my ideas from my Job now; not when they needed me most. Satisfied that everything is repaired and in good working order, I turn it on and pick up my stylus which is Green. I always like green, light or dark, it does not matter what shade.

I go to my emails first where I spot three new job offers. Man, video game companies just can't get enough of my expertise in creation and game design. I already am in a peaceful co-operation with Sony and Xbox. Believe it, because it's happening, or did I say that before? I am like their envoy, or ambassador. With a heavy heart, I sadly decline the job offers and painstakingly email the two corporations I work for to tell them what had happened. I then check my games; collect my coins, build some buildings, and review my notepad app, the stuff I have on there is still saved. Good. The things I have on there are immeasurably valuable to me.

As I start to turn on my headphones, I get two almost simultaneous emails from the corporations, saying good luck and get well, although I can tell you, doing so very reluctantly. Not surprising considering my skill, or did I say that already too. Oh well, better rest. I open my downloaded MP3 App and choose some soothing Celtic music. As I lie down and close my eyes, the T.V. flashes violently, another explosion perhaps, but I am too far gone to care as I drift off into a deep sleep.

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Year: May 4, 2017

I wake up to the sensation of a warm summer's sun warming me up. I shield my eyes while blinking away the sleep, feeling oddly refreshed and full of energy. Someone had kindly turned my headphones and kindle off, probably Anea coming to check on me while I was asleep, for who I am grateful to.

I take a deep breath and smell a delicious breakfast by my side. Looking to the right I see the curtains drawn back and the birds flying around. All in all it looks like the start of a good day. I carefully prop myself up while raising the bed and ease the table over my lab. I spy Eggs, milk and some jello with toast. I dig in ravenously, slowing down only to drink the milk and take a few bites of my toast.

As I am occupied, Anea comes in wearing the same blue dress as before, but with a yellow flower in her flowing hair. Her face sparkles with an inward radiance, as if she is powered by the energy of a sun. Her dress sways lightly to her steps, twirling around her legs. She observes me intently before coming over to say, "Slow down or I will have to mop up the floor!" She says laughing lightly. It sounds like petals dancing in the rain, lovely. I immediately pause, mouth wide open to finish off a piece of my toast.

Looking up, I smile in a weird way with my mouth halfway open. She giggles again, harder, "If you keep that up your face will freeze like a gaping shark, and there is nothing I could do to fix that, so you best be careful." Dropping my toast, I quickly close my mouth as sharp pain erupts from my tongue. I hurriedly bring my hands up to cover my mouth, a slight look of fear in my eyes as I contemplate whether my tongue is bleeding.

Laughing so hard that she has to bend over slightly with tears coming out her eyes, I wait patiently before she straightens herself out to speak again. "Oh my, I guess I caught you at a bad time? Anyway, you seem to be doing a lot better, which is good." Anea says as she rises, giggling every now and again, trying to contain her laughter.

I nod my head faintly, Anea giggles while I gingerly hold out my tongue to see if it's bleeding or not. Satisfied that it's not, I look up and in an awkward moment while stumbling over my words, thank her for turning my Kindle off.

"Oh, you're welcome. I would not know what you would do once the batteries were drained." Anea replies while smiling sweetly, her gaze enlightening my mood considerably. I ask if I could go to the bathroom and then if I could take a walk.

"The bathroom? Oh, sure. Here, just let me get a stand." Anea replies helpfully.

She returns shortly with a pole and clips my IV bag onto it. I stare wide-eyed at the bag filled with the ever knowing liquid, then trace the cord to my arm before quickly looking away.

"Scared of needles are we? Do not worry; I will give you some pain relievers when it is time to take them out." She says sympathetically.

Happy yet cautious, the next ten minutes are spent painstakingly removing me from the orderly mess of most of the wires and tubes. She then gives me a glass of water and painkillers for my leg. Nodding my thanks, I gulp down the pills and drink the water.

Finally done, I get up with one goal in mind and shakily move toward the bathroom while gripping tightly to the pole, taking it with me. Being mindful of my semi-cast and the diminished pain in my leg, I waddle across the floor slowly to the bathroom door.

"Hey! Slow down! Take it easy. Do not be in such a rush. I would rather not have you fall and pee yourself, another mess I would then have to clean up." Anea barks sarcastically. I laugh lightly and tell her I'm feeling fine and that I will be careful as I enter the bathroom.

"OK, just don't fall. I'll be right here if you need any help." she replies, turning around for unneeded privacy.

I take my time maneuvering the pole into a comfortable position before unzipping my pants to relieve myself. After five agonizing minutes, I come out and ask if I could go outside.

"Oh, maybe not outside, you're still a little weak. No! I don't care if you say you are feeling well. I'll take you to one of the Rec rooms." Anea responds firmly to my statement.

Mouth agape at my futile attempt, I smile slightly and follow her out the door, getting surer of my steps by the second. She takes me out of the room and turns right. She walks straight while I look over the hallway.

Blue and yellow wallpaper with different stencils of flower patterns dot the walls. To the left, I see other rooms with sick or wounded with various get well gifts on lone tables. I can see one or two family visits, but nothing more. Dejectedly, I blankly stare at the floor in front of me which is tiled in white and blue patterns while I hold back tears. I cautiously wipe the gathering puddles of salty liquid with my sleeve, making sure no one sees me doing so.

As we reach the Elevator and are turning around, a guy 6'2", painted in dark tan skin with black hair and navy blue eyes, dressed in white doctors clothing with a name tag casually says hi to Anea.

"Hi Paul. I am just taking him to the Recreation room."

"Well, be careful with him Anea, don't let him strain himself too much." Paul says in a jovial manner, a thick Russian accent ladled on his tongue.

The doors close and we rise up while soft elevator music plays in the background. I feel a faint buzzing in my head as we stop. I quickly shake my head, getting a little dizzy while Anea steps out. I hurry up to follow her and we head to the left then right, traversing down winding hallways.

As Anea opens a set of dark blue doors, I hear more music playing from within. Tables and chairs lay all around the room. Dark mahogany wood with intricate designs and various board games and plates of food on the table decorate the room. Pale yellow chair cushions and couches make up a square semicircle to the right of the room. A 42" screen T.V. hangs on the wall in front of the couches, currently showing a golf tournament. I unconsciously flinch my eyes at the show that is currently on. I then look straight ahead to see another door, leading to a room with many windows of a view of outside.

Anea leads me to this room, talking briefly with the few patients that are resting here. I follow Anea as she enters the side room and I gasp. A slightly larger T.V. than the one in the previous room hangs on the far wall to the right, hooked up to many different console systems, PS2, PS3, and even the PS4! Not to mention Xbox 360 and DVD players.

"This is the children's Recreation room, or Rec room, with T.V., games, and snacks and drinks in the fridge." pointing each thing out as she says them.

I blink, startled. That's a fridge! In a corner, near the T.V., what I had thought to be a white tabletop is actually a handle that opens to reveal a wide variety of drinks and food; fit for teens.

"Where are the games?" I ask curiously, closing the fridge door, my face in a half frown. She smiles, walking over to the closet on the right side of the wall; she opens the doors to reveal a horde of games. I step forward and involuntarily try to count them; impossible as of right now. I try guess at more than three hundred games at first glance, at least fifty for each console with various movies from kids to teens, but nothing more than T rated.

"How did you get all of these?" I ask in amazement, eyes widening in glorious wonder. So this is what heaven must be like.

"Mostly from donations, some were bought when we started the room." Anea replies, closing the closet. "You can play if you want, but I would go easy though. You still need some time to finish healing."

I suddenly become aware of my bandages, partially wondering how I got up so easily this morning. I shrug off the feeling for now and slowly slink down into a comfy luminescent green gamers' chair.

Out of nowhere I ask, "Where are my parents?" knowing the inevitable answer but having to hear it for myself.

Startled, although I do not see it as I stare blankly at the T.V.'s reflection of myself, Anea answers, her voice a little downturned. "Uh, do you really want to know what happened to them?"

I sigh in exasperation, "I know my dad is dead but I do not know what happened to my mom." I reply, barely shrugging, eyes facing the fuzzy brown carpet, partially drooping.

Anea nods faintly as I turn to face her. "Yes, your mother's dead too. She died shortly after the paramedics found you on the grass there was nothing we could do to save her." Anea says, a little cautious, obviously afraid to say too much for fear of upsetting me.

"And the toxins? The green stuff? Why didn't it kill me?" I respond, wanting to know what this stuff is.

Now I clearly see her shock. Thinking quickly, she replies, "We don't know what will happen. Some of it got into your blood stream. We didn't dare try to take it out for you were too weak at the time. I would bet it helped instead of hurt you seeing as to how easily you got out of bed. We might even be able to take your bandages and stitches out by the end of the week if that's the case." Anea answers hopefully.

Smiling a little, I tell her I would like to be alone for awhile. She nods saying if I need anything, to just press the green button on the wall near the door, accompanied by several other colored buttons of various shades as I look over in that direction. As Anea heads out, I look around more. The room is adorned with blue/green wallpaper with different creatures and mythical characters on it. Thor, Iron Man, Hawk Eyes, etc. The ceiling has the vast array of space pictured on it with a multitude of ships, planets and suns in the far distance. I gently close my eyes and feel my head, the buzzing returning, a little stronger than before, a little more urgent. I frown and open my eyes, blinking; the buzzing going away as abruptly as it had started.

I hesitantly turn on the T.V., changing it to channel sixty and promptly relax, forgetting about the buzzing noise faintly in the back of my head and my parent's death just to relax. It is not like I do not feel anything for them, maybe more than when your favorite pet dies, but my sister leaving prior has made me just go on with life as one would recover from a wound.

_ ~~~~~Somewhere Else~~~~~ _

"Hurry up there Gerry, we haven't got all day!"

"I am going as fast as I can. How about you try and lug these bags when they weigh fifty pounds Larry?"

"Oh hush, both of you!" said an unfamiliar voice, making both the thieves flinch.

"Sorry, we will go faster." Both say in unison, lugging the gold with unnatural strength.

Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...Ring!...

"Damn" muttered a feminine voice.

_ ~~~~~Back at the Hospital~~~~~ _

I sit, sipping a nice cold glass of milk, fetched carefully from the tabletop fridge while mindful of the wires still hanging from my assist pole. Briefly thinking about the past events, I continue to watch movies, also carefully obtained from the closet. No use in trying to count them right now if I'm going to be staying here for a week or more. Once the movie is finished, it now being close to 3:00 O'clock PM, Anea comes and inquires about my day.

"Oh, it was nice. Watched some cartoons while drinking milk and watching a few movies." I say casually, gazing upon her elegant form. Eyes unconsciously straying to view the curve of her hips, the rise of her shoulders, the shuffle of her feet.

"Good, you still have awhile to heal. Why don't we go back to your room while I get you something to eat." Anea says, snapping me out of my roaming gaze.

I shake my head and blink my eyes a few times before nodding. I follow her back to my room, passing the main room where there now sit different patients from before. Smiling occasionally and raising a hand in greeting, I continue towards the elevator, bringing my assist pole with me. We descend and make our way to my room, Anea making pleasantries while we pass. Once we are in my room, I climb into my bed and get under the covers. Anea writes something's down on a clipboard she got on the hallway wall and then leaves, saying she will be back shortly.

I lay back to mull over the thoughts of the day. I am pretty fine with my parents passing away so suddenly. I still wonder where my sister is though, but it is not like I could not try and find her on the Internet if I tried hard enough, she is bound to pop up somewhere. At least I might have more luck searching on the internet than just driving around, looking for a lost dog.

Both of my parents were kind, each treating me and my sister well throughout our lives. When we were young, my sister and I would get into small fights. As we grew older, we kind of gave each other space, not poking into each other's business. My sister had a lot of friends, while I had a couple from school. We respected each other and did not bother each other that much, except for that big fight.

My mom was a hard worker and loved horses while my dad was the engineer and worked at a power company. They were both fair in punishment and rewards, my dad more demanding and bossy than my mother. But my sister and I both pulled through and we both had good paying jobs. I still have mine, although I am in the hospital, but my sister got fired after she did not show up for more than four months after she so hastily left.

After she left, I sometimes think about where she could be. Before the accident, my parents and I had almost forgotten about her. Now, they are gone and will never know where she went. The accident was unforeseen, I should have known my dad would start to cuss at the driver soon enough. It is not like him to be held up by some moderately fast driving trucks, counting that they had also blocked the whole road by lining up horizontally, thus annoying the other lanes on the highway.

Anyway...

Now that I am in the hospitable, it feels like a part of me is waking up, instead of feeling like I have to rely on someone. Every day I feel a little more energized. Still, that buzzing that I remember in bed and in the Rec room was strange. I could almost sense something was wrong. Every now and again I hear it very faintly in the back of my head. I wonder if this is what spider-man must feel like when he gets his spider senses tingling.

I couldn't possibly have superpowers because of some green slime, that's impossible in my world, as much as dragons or other mythical creatures. Humph, even if I do, it would be a tough life to keep it secret, not that I necessarily have to choose to do that. Something like becoming the president's personal bodyguard would draw too much attention to me. I would have a flock of terrorists on my back yelling their mantra before they either try to kill me or force me to work for them. Either way, I would first have to try and control my powers; God knows how hard that would be. But, then again, saving people could be fun, in a certain kind of way.

Ten minutes later, Anea comes back into the room, walking backwards with a cart of food while I am watching T.V. She sets a plate of grilled cheese and French fries with chocolate milk on the movable side table.

"Where am I going to live after I finish healing...? I can pay for the bill, but what am I going to do once I am out." I ask out of the blue, voice a hoarse whisper in the low rumble of the nighttime traffic outside.

I could easily go back home, but that would bring back too many memories, good and bad. I could probably live alone for a while; the problem being that that was the only car we had. We had to sell our other car to be able to get some extra cash for my college. I do not say that, thinking better to have other options open for the moment.

Anea turns her head in my direction blinking in surprise, eyebrows raised up in suspicion at the sudden question.

"Oh, uh...I could request you live with me so I could keep an eye on you as you finish healing, while you look for a house? Anea replies inquisitively.

Mulling over my options, I see no other way, except my cousins who are far away. Another option I would not mind, save for the thought of my job.

"That would be nice, Thank you. I believe I have saved enough money to buy a decent house within a week or two." I respond gratefully, gazing sidelong at her slender form.

Smiling, Anea replies, "Great! I only have one cat and he is cute. His name is Merlot; he is adorable once you get to know him."

"I love cats. I have had a couple myself. I am sure he will love me once I get to meet him." I say as Anea slides out the door, bringing the lunch cart with her.

Leaving to allow me to eat my supper in peace, I think over the events that brought me here. The fight with my sister, the trucks filled with potentially deadly green slime. I pause, raising my hand to see a faint scar tinged with light green. The wound healed weeks before I woke up, within a month if I had to guess. I gently touch the scar and feel a slight tingling almost similar to the buzzing in the back of my head.

I look out the windows, now plastered a dark blue as night falls once again. The continuous noise on the highway both disturbing yet relaxing as I ignore whatever is happening on T.V. A cold shiver runs up my back as I think..._Where are you Lira? What are you doing? What are you up to? _

Slowly, I push the table aside, finished of my supper. Sleepily, I get comfortable under the blankets, too tired to listen to any music. I gingerly place my glasses on the side table next to the bed and rest my head on the pillow. Within minutes, I drift off into an uneasy sleep, unsure and scared of what is to come.