Chapter 4: The Interview

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The moment I stepped into what I could assume now to be Langdon's office, the questions started. He had only closed the door behind us and he started "So Heather, how would you describe your mental state since the bombings?" He asked as he sat at his desk, gesturing with his hand for me to sit in the chair across from him. To which I agreed and sat down. I paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his question, needing to think it over before speaking up "...I think it got worse, I mean, I'm in my head more then doing anything else really. I only really talk unless spoken to, but that's not often." I said. His expression didn't change, he had a generally calm expression, however his eyes showed an interest in what I was saying. I figured he wanted me to elaborate on what I mean by being in my head. "I daydream a lot, I always have even before the bombs, but I do it more now. I guess I'm just avoiding the problem." I knew what I was saying sounded bad, like I was avoiding the problem or I couldn't handle 99 percent of the population being dead. But it was true. "What do you think about when you go off into that state? If you don't mind me asking." He continued. "I don't mind...To tell you the truth, I can't say I remember a lot of it. I haven't been able to recall a 4 year time period prior to the end of the world. I try to think of what I could be forgetting, but it's just all gone. And no, I don't know why." I said softly. It truly scared me, what would have caused me to forget? The first thing that came to mind was a traumatic event, yet that couldn't be confirmed. Not by me at least.


I studied the blonde's expression, something had changed. He looked like he was holding something back, like he wanted to say something. I could see it in his piercing blue eyes. After a few more moments of contemplation or analysing, he spoke again. "...And there isn't anything at all that makes itself known when you try to think back on that time?" He asked. I kept my gaze on him as he did to me, and I felt that sense of familiarity. It didn't make sense. I had never met him up until today. I knew that I had been silent for a bit longer then I anticipated, knowing that he was waiting for an awnser but seemed like he was being patient with me. I didn't expect to awnser with what I said but it just happened, it was the first and only thing that came to mind. ".. There was somebody." I muttered. "What was that, Heather?" He asked. "There was a person, I don't know who they are, what they look like, or what they sound like... I just know how they made me feel. They made me happy." I said, smiling wider then what I had in the past 18 months. He once again looked like he was holding something back, I desperatly wanted to ask about it but knew better not to.


After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat. "...I believe that was enough for today, Heather. We will continue this conversation another time. You may go back out now, please shut the door on your way out." He said calmly, a slight smile appearing on his face. I figured he needed to sort everything out from what we had just spoken about. After all it was an interview that held others lives on the line. I nodded softly before standing up "...Well, good luck with speaking to the others." I said with a soft smile before leaving the room, shutting the sliding door like Langdon had asked. Then I began heading to my quarters.


I really needed to think everything over. I wanted to remember, now that I thought back to that person. I wanted to see their face, hear their voice. And if I could only get that through a memory then I would take what I could get.


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A/N
Hello! Hope you guys liked the chapter, I know it was definatly a challenge to come up with so I hope you guys enjoy it.

:) Again, thank you for everyone who is taking the time to read this story. Have a wonderful day or evening depending on when you read this

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