Sent by Ink

Back to The Bustling Days Pt.1

  Everything went dark. THUD. 

  Strange. The colours of the room is still sepia toned, although it felt more realistic and lighter. I looked down, and discovered that I was no longer translucent, or stained with ink all over my body. Still feeling a bit dazed, I allow myself to "sleep in" a bit. Unfortunately, my rest was soon disrupted by frantic footsteps, and...

  "Arlene! Arlene! Are you alright? ...Someone, fetch the nurse, quick." 

  I heard a masculine voice, and opened up my hazy vision. A man kneeled in front of me with a concerned look. As my vision cleared up, I can see that he's wearing dark brown trousers and suspenders, along with a white shirt and brown bowtie. He had a rather lined face, tan skin, curly brown hair, and a goatee. Basically, he looks like someone trustworthy overall. A nurse came soon, and I really like the beret she wore, it's adorable...Wait, beret? Did she become that lost one who helped me save Sammy's life?  

  "Miss Lawrence? Can you hear me, Miss Lawrence? Oh, good, you're conscious now. Mr. Polk here just informed me that you tripped over an inkwell, hit your head, and fainted." 

  Woah, this sounds like a serious situation, but I like how she took control lightheartedly. Anyway, I hope I don't get a concussion when I time travel for the first time. And when go back to the ink realm...But can I really go back? And do I want to? I am not sure. The cheery nurse and this Mr. Polk lifted me onto a stretcher, and she hummed a familiar tune I heard on my journey here. 

  "We just need to check if you are 100% okay, and inform your brother. He's soooo protective of you!"

  And what did they call me? Oh right. Mr. Polk called me "Arlene", and the nurse called me "Miss Lawrence"! Thank goodness it's not "Mrs. Lawrence", since I ship Susie with Sammy. So, I guess my name is Arlene Lawrence here, and I'm Sammy's sibling or something? I think I mentioned before, Sammy reminds me of the older brother I had when I was a kid. He was such a cool guy, great with music theory and can hit the notes of an opera singer's. But when he gets sleep deprived, or you catch him on a bad day...That's a different story. Anyways, I'm just happy that Sammy gets to be my older brother here. I envy my cousin, Kalune. Her older brother is another cool guy, and he can do tarot card reading!

  Strange. I felt a cool breeze over my forehead, and I did not feel my blunt bangs being blown. Tentatively, I reached out a hand and felt my hair. I still had bangs that covered a small portion of my face. But no, it did not feel like the wig's texture, as I pulled a lock and examined. And I froze on the stretcher. I'm blonde now??? I looked down my dress, it seemed to turn into a blouse and suspender skirt. 

  Soon, we arrived at the infirmary. It looked almost nothing like that shack in disrepair. I was seated on the side of one of the beds, and was checked allover in extreme cautiousness, and I really don't want to describe the boring procedure. After all that, I walked towards the mirror mounted on the wall. 

  My reflection greeted me with short dirty blonde hair styled into a bob, but it still got some black streaks somehow. A white blouse and a long khaki suspender skirt splattered artistically with ink. Although it's a bit old fashioned, I kinda like it. Plus, it's in the 1930s-40s now, so who am I to judge? I noticed that its got silver buckles on the suspenders, as I adjusted its length. My electric blue eyes stayed, and I'm glad.

  Then I heard footsteps again, this time more panicked. An ASMR voice shouted at the nurse. 

  "I was JUST about to have a break from directing the band, and THIS is the news received?"  

  I stared at the owner of the voice, and electric blue eyes that are almost identical to me, glared back at me in anger.