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Who: Ami
Where: The Beach
When: Immediately after "Delving in Again"
Invited: Open
Status: Complete
Ami stared at the remains of a fuselage, only the very front few feet not submerged in water. She blinked and waited for the image to clear, trying to figure out what happened. The last she remembered, she'd been in the bedroom wondering what she'd gone and buggered up with Scott and now . . . she was here.
Wherever here was.
(Did I lose my memory again?) Ami questioned.
Mentally, she reached, then stopped. Her automatic reaction had been to reach for Scott, but she thought that was a bad idea considering how they'd parted. (Or how he ran from me like the devil was on his heels.) A bit of fumbling and concentration and she managed to choke off their link in much the same way that Scott had. Ami was half tempted to see if she could sever it, it would probably be better for both of their sanity, but realized that when they got their memories back, they might want the link. Also, she had no idea if severing it was even possible, or how dangerous it would be to them.
Disregarding that idea, she shifted her focus and locked onto the man she'd known in her other life as Megabyte. From her experience so far, he would be more accepting than the teenager, Jon.
/Er … excuse me but did we all lose our memories again?/ Of course, it was a ridiculous notion, because if she had lost her memory, she wouldn't have known enough to even ask the question.
Megabyte's confusion was evident. /No! Why would you ask that?/ Those responses were immediately followed with, /Where are you?/
/On . . . on the beach. Where the aeroplane wrecked. How did you know that I wasn't there?/ The moment Ami asked, she realized the answer. Her sense of him told her that he was a good hike in a northwesterly direction.
/You just feel further away, I can't explain it./ He seemed distracted for a moment, and Ami somehow recognized that he was holding two conversations at once. /How did you get to beach so fast?/
Ami chewed her lip and hugged her journal. She didn't forget her promise about what she would reveal to other people. If the man learned he could teleport, it wouldn't be by her hand. Or mouth. /I don't know. One minute I was there at the bunker and now I'm here. If I figure it out, I'll let you know./
That answer satisfied him and Ami broke off the connection and ventured closer to the wreckage. The tide was coming in fast; in another day or two the fuselage would be completely covered and then it would probably be carried out into the ocean. Ami jumped at the sound of a dog barking.
She turned in time to see a golden lab running full tilt towards her, with a young black boy on his heels shouting, "Vincent! Vincent!"
Ami's heart leapt and she laughed as the dog jumped on her, showering her with wet, sloppy dog kisses. "Is this your dog?"
"Yeah, I think so," the boy answered. "I found a picture of me with him."
The answer banished Ami's hopes. "You don't know your name, then?"
"It's Walt, Walt Lloyd," the boy gave her a proud look and stood to his full height. He tugged on Vincent's collar, shaking the dog tags. "I had a passport."
"Walt!" Another voice carried down toward them. Ami turned and looked back to see a black man and a tanned blond man walking towards them. She tensed instinctively.
"It's all right, that's my Dad and James," Walt told her. "His name's Michael. We know he's my dad 'cause he had custody papers with him. I guess you lost your memory like everyone else, huh?"
Where: The Beach
When: Immediately after "Delving in Again"
Invited: Open
Status: Complete
Ami stared at the remains of a fuselage, only the very front few feet not submerged in water. She blinked and waited for the image to clear, trying to figure out what happened. The last she remembered, she'd been in the bedroom wondering what she'd gone and buggered up with Scott and now . . . she was here.
Wherever here was.
(Did I lose my memory again?) Ami questioned.
Mentally, she reached, then stopped. Her automatic reaction had been to reach for Scott, but she thought that was a bad idea considering how they'd parted. (Or how he ran from me like the devil was on his heels.) A bit of fumbling and concentration and she managed to choke off their link in much the same way that Scott had. Ami was half tempted to see if she could sever it, it would probably be better for both of their sanity, but realized that when they got their memories back, they might want the link. Also, she had no idea if severing it was even possible, or how dangerous it would be to them.
Disregarding that idea, she shifted her focus and locked onto the man she'd known in her other life as Megabyte. From her experience so far, he would be more accepting than the teenager, Jon.
/Er … excuse me but did we all lose our memories again?/ Of course, it was a ridiculous notion, because if she had lost her memory, she wouldn't have known enough to even ask the question.
Megabyte's confusion was evident. /No! Why would you ask that?/ Those responses were immediately followed with, /Where are you?/
/On . . . on the beach. Where the aeroplane wrecked. How did you know that I wasn't there?/ The moment Ami asked, she realized the answer. Her sense of him told her that he was a good hike in a northwesterly direction.
/You just feel further away, I can't explain it./ He seemed distracted for a moment, and Ami somehow recognized that he was holding two conversations at once. /How did you get to beach so fast?/
Ami chewed her lip and hugged her journal. She didn't forget her promise about what she would reveal to other people. If the man learned he could teleport, it wouldn't be by her hand. Or mouth. /I don't know. One minute I was there at the bunker and now I'm here. If I figure it out, I'll let you know./
That answer satisfied him and Ami broke off the connection and ventured closer to the wreckage. The tide was coming in fast; in another day or two the fuselage would be completely covered and then it would probably be carried out into the ocean. Ami jumped at the sound of a dog barking.
She turned in time to see a golden lab running full tilt towards her, with a young black boy on his heels shouting, "Vincent! Vincent!"
Ami's heart leapt and she laughed as the dog jumped on her, showering her with wet, sloppy dog kisses. "Is this your dog?"
"Yeah, I think so," the boy answered. "I found a picture of me with him."
The answer banished Ami's hopes. "You don't know your name, then?"
"It's Walt, Walt Lloyd," the boy gave her a proud look and stood to his full height. He tugged on Vincent's collar, shaking the dog tags. "I had a passport."
"Walt!" Another voice carried down toward them. Ami turned and looked back to see a black man and a tanned blond man walking towards them. She tensed instinctively.
"It's all right, that's my Dad and James," Walt told her. "His name's Michael. We know he's my dad 'cause he had custody papers with him. I guess you lost your memory like everyone else, huh?"