The New Era

Broken

Amy had her hands closed, and she looked seriously at Jacob.

Jacob couldn't hold in his laughter.

Amy has told him everything. Of the bird, which had said her name was Amber. Of the unusual necklace that made it possible for her to talk to the creatures of that world. Of what the bird, Amber was trying to settle, and her plans and wishes. The truth of why she had taken Jacob and dropped him from above the sky. Also of the instinct that Amber had, that there was somethig she needed in the dome, and why she keeps trying to destroy it.

Jacob asked, teasingly, "Are you sure you're okay and not on crack? 'Cause what you just said is a little.. -" he took his finger and spun it around on the side of his head, indicating that she was crazy or coo-coo.

"I'm sure," she snapped. She sighed, "Maybe you're not the right one to talk about what's happened. I should've just kept it to myself. No one would understand."

"I would," he said, leaning in chair. "Sorry, just. It's hard to believe."

"I know," Amy said. She sat on her bed, looking up to the ceiling, then she propped herself off the bed, and headed to the window. She tried to squint, to catch sight of Amber. Jacob joined her.

"It's almost dinner time, we should go." He tried to reach her hand, but she didn't grip on. She softly let go, and said that she would come after a little while. She wanted some time to herself. Jacob said okay, and slowly left. He then looked to her once, catching her glimpse, then left.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Marijorie asked, giving Jacob a plate of her latest dish, it was a moose filled with great spices and sauces, that she herself had made.

Jacob again, blushing a little, said sadly that Amy wasn't his girlfriend. They were rather friends. Then he said quickly, "She's just wanting some time to herself."

"Aren't you sweet," Marijoire gushed. She gave him a fork and the utensils, and told him to eat. She said that last time, jot much people ate her dish, and she was sad.

"I like your dish," he said softly. Then he turned to see Amy, and his face brightened. Marijorie walked a little back, leaving them to talk to one another. She could sense the happiness in Jacob's eyes, his smiles, that she became quiet and soon left.

"You're back," he said happily. He got his fork, and took a peice, eating. He waited for his answer, and then he chewed slowly.

"Yes."

"Feeling better?" He gulped down the piece.

"Yes."

He waited, becuase he thought she was going to go more in depth. When she said nothing else, his face lowered, and he took another piece to bite. He took the peice and ate it, and when he couldn't bear it, he asked, "What's wrong? You look down, and all. Everything alright?"

She nodded. "I'm just thinking, that's all."

"Well, when you think like that, it's creepy," he took a glass, and took a drink. The water was warm, and he felt like barfing. It was also a little saltier than normal, but he tried his best to look okay. "Do you want to talk about it? This time I don't make jokes, I promise."

"I don't know," she said slowly. When she looked to see Jacob, he had a look of contempt, determination, and encouragement. She sighed, and looked down. "I'm just thinking about what the bird wants from us. Amber mentioned theres so,ethnic here that she needs, but she doesn't know what."

"That doesn't make sense, though," he said, attentively listening. He made sure not to say anything hurtful or offensive, scared he would make her feel upset and lose her trust.