(Untitled)

[wayofflowers]

That was an unexpectedly long nap. I apologize for however many days of work I've missed.

And sand is rather difficult to clean up.

Comments

[blindedmewith]

Are you feeling okay, Miss Bellflower?

[wayofflowers]

I am, yes.

[blindedmewith]

Do you need any help with the sand?

[wayofflowers]

I think I have most of it up - but thank you for the offer, Rosalind.

[blindedmewith]

[After she sees Simon's writing]

So...you slept through everything that's happened, didn't you?

[wayofflowers]

[...that's a slightly worrying way of phrasing things.]

Yes - what has happened, then?

[blindedmewith]

[pause]

People forgot.

[wayofflowers]

I assume you mean in a sense beyond the norm for this place.

[blindedmewith]

Yeah. They forgot...almost everything. Like they were just hatched, except it was the middle of the day.

[wayofflowers]

That is [pause] rather odd.

And they haven't remembered anything?

[blindedmewith]

Just their dreams. But nothing else, not even their names.

[wayofflowers]

I see. I hope the effects aren't permanent - though there's no telling, here.

[blindedmewith]

It can't be. I mean-it just doesn't work that way here, right? And people get their memories back through their crystals. So the memories can't be gone for good!

[wayofflowers]

Let us hope you are right.

[blindedmewith]

I'll cross all my fingers. And my toes. Even if luck doesn't work that way.

[wayofflowers]

In this place, it might.