I was used to seeing some pretty strange things here on the island, the Whoville decorations the most recent example, but nothing could have prepared me for Remy laid out in her Halloween costume, still as a corpse. I'd seen corpses before, mine and Shari's, some people I'd help to cross over. It never gets easier.
"Shit! Remy? What did you take? What's going on?" I shook her, wondering if maybe she just OD'd and wasn't actually...
As if being rebooted wasn't disorienting enough, being shaken back to consciousness added an entirely new dimension of confusion. Especially since the the person shaking her was not Flynn, or Sam, who she would have expected. It wasn't anyone she had ever seen in her life and all she could think to do was to try to get away.
Still trying to catch her breath, she pushed herself backwards across the floor and out of his grasp.
"It's me, Peter," I offered, thinking that if she'd taken something maybe she wasn't up to face recognition yet. No telling, on this island, and after the scare with Savannah earlier in the month I wasn't taking any chances.
Quorra shook her head, hoping maybe that would help her language processing functions work again, because the words she was hearing made no sense to her at all.
"No, I don't remember," she said, seizing onto the one thing she understood. "Where am I? Where's Flynn?"
Huh. She looked like Remy and the Halloween costume had definitely been hers, but I was getting the sense that she couldn't have been, not if she didn't know me. We'd talked more than once and I did consider her a friend.
"Did you hit your head or did you just arrive? If it's the second, I think you have a double here."
Finally, words were making at least a little bit of sense. Maybe she wasn't damaged too badly.
"I don't know. I might have hit my head, but I don't remember anything after I got hit." After she'd been hit and her arm derezzed, anything could have happened. "But my arm is fixed, and I must have arrived here fairly recently, because I was not here before. Which doesn't answer anything, and where is here, where there's someone else like me?"
It had been a very long time since Quorra had seen anyone like herself.
It was a lot of things at once and had the distinct sound of newbie, so I knew now that it wasn't Remy. I guess it could be Remy with a head injury, but I didn't really want to think about that right now.
"Maybe I should take you to the clinic. We can find someone to check you out, make sure you don't have a concussion or anything?"
"I would like to find Flynn." Quorra knew better than to trust anyone else to look too closely at her. The last thing they needed was for anyone to find out what she was. "I think I'm fine. I feel fine. I might just have gotten lost."
Quorra stood up slowly, both wary and intrigued by her new surroundings.
"Flynn is...." She found it hard to believe that there was anyone who hadn't at least heard of Flynn, the creator, but she did her best to describe him. "He's about this tall, and his hair is this long-" She indicated both with her hands. "And he's very wise."
"Quorra," she answered, offering a firm handshake as cover for her confusion and disappointment. "Maybe he just hasn't got here yet. I'm not even sure how it happened to me. How did you get here?"
"I just showed up one day," I explained. "It's not really logical, this place. You sort of appear and disappear at random. What's the last thing you remember, Quorra?"
Quorra was not used to anything being random and not logical. Almost everything she knew had a purpose. She was sure that whatever was happening to her now must, too, if she could only work out what it was.
"I was trying to save Sam. We were fighting, but it wasn't going well. It was dark, and then I was here."
"Yes. My energy is depleted." Maybe things would make sense once she'd been replenished. "A simple plan is better than no plan. What is there to consume in this place?"
"Shit! Remy? What did you take? What's going on?" I shook her, wondering if maybe she just OD'd and wasn't actually...
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Still trying to catch her breath, she pushed herself backwards across the floor and out of his grasp.
"Who are you?"
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"Remember? Halloween?"
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"No, I don't remember," she said, seizing onto the one thing she understood. "Where am I? Where's Flynn?"
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"Did you hit your head or did you just arrive? If it's the second, I think you have a double here."
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"I don't know. I might have hit my head, but I don't remember anything after I got hit." After she'd been hit and her arm derezzed, anything could have happened. "But my arm is fixed, and I must have arrived here fairly recently, because I was not here before. Which doesn't answer anything, and where is here, where there's someone else like me?"
It had been a very long time since Quorra had seen anyone like herself.
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"Maybe I should take you to the clinic. We can find someone to check you out, make sure you don't have a concussion or anything?"
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I hadn't heard of the guy but it didn't mean he wasn't on the island; I wasn't exactly a social butterfly, or anything.
"What's this Flynn look like?"
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"Flynn is...." She found it hard to believe that there was anyone who hadn't at least heard of Flynn, the creator, but she did her best to describe him. "He's about this tall, and his hair is this long-" She indicated both with her hands. "And he's very wise."
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Maybe it was a weird question, but it was a weird island. Those things went hand in hand.
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"I was trying to save Sam. We were fighting, but it wasn't going well. It was dark, and then I was here."
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"Maybe if we get you something to eat you can remember more."
It sounded dumb, actually, but I didn't know exactly what to do.
"Sound like a plan?"
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