Over and Into His Heart

Two Paths, One Choice

Hey guys! So, as this is coming to a close, the ending is going to have a little twist to it. Not going to say anymore on it because then there would be spoilers. Also, this entire episode will be in this chapter, since the rest of it is Greg's dream. Anyway, here's the new chapter! :D

-Susan's POV-

"Home!" Greg shouted, as we floated along, "Home!" We somehow were able to find this small boat and we've been in it since this morning. Wirt looked down and I've had my cough. It's been growing worse and instead of small coughs, I keep getting large coughing fits if I'm not careful. Although I've had this cough, I've been keeping my hopes up. So has Greg, who is now paddling with a small guitar and calling for home, although that isn't working.

"Could be around any corner," Greg said to his frog. I smiled, and coughed. Greg looked at me, "Are you alright Susan? Your cough has been getting worse."

I waved my hand at him, covering my mouth with my other hand, "I'll be fine. It's just a cough,"

Just then, we heard singing. I looked up and into the fog; where was that coming from. "Hey Captain, do you hear that?" Greg said. His frog croaked and Greg said, "Not you skipper, I mean the captain."

"Yes Greg, I can hear it," I said.

"Not you first mate, Susan. I meant, the captain!" Greg said, starting to sound annoyed. I glanced over at Wirt, who seemed to be looking more and more depressed as we went.

"Captain Wirt," Greg said, "Do you know who's singing?"

"I don't know much of anything anymore," he mumbled, not looking at us. I flinched; this wasn't like Wirt at all.

"Oh," said Greg. He let go of the guitar and I reached to grab it, but missed. Greg continued, saying, "Did you know that dinosaurs had big ears, but everyone forgot because dinosaur ears don't have bones?"

I laughed, "Okay Greg."

"No," said Wirt, sighing a little, "I didn't know that, Greg."

"That's because it's not true," Greg said, shrugging his shoulders. He pulled out his rock with a face on it and said, "It's a rock fact!"

I giggled, and looked at Wirt. "Come on, Wirt," I said, nudging his arm, "It was a little funny." He seemed to ignore me and said, sounding dark, "The Beast."

I froze and felt myself go colder then the cold outside and inside my body. "What?' I whispered.

"It must be the Beast out there," he continued, staring at the water. "The singing cricket of our inevitable twilight singing our requiem."

I stared at Wirt in horror. He's giving up the will to keep moving. If this keeps up, he'll be lost to the woods. Greg looked confused and said, "It must be a really fat cricket."

Suddenly, the boat hit something, and I fell over on Wirt. I quickly got off of him, and he helped me up. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"It's fine," he said, not looking at me. Greg pulled out a trumpet that was lying next to his feet and blew it. "Look!" he said, as his frog hopped out of the boat. "We reached land!" He pulled on my cap, and I took Wirt's hand, pulling him with us. We all got out of the boat, and Greg continued, saying, "Feel the dirt! Ah, smell that tree."

"We must be almost there," I said, trying to get Wirt's mood pull. He pulled his hand away and said, "Susan, and Greg?"

"Yeah," we said together.

"Can you guys stop pretending like were going to get home?"

If I could feel any colder then I did before, then I would be feeling frozen to the bone. This wasn't Wirt; he would never say something like this. He couldn't be giving up now...could he?