Two Worlds V

XXXIX

Pen...

"What were you telling your nurses, Mr. Abernathy?" The doctor asked.

"I'm telling the fucking truth, hell if you think you'll believe me." I said, holding my chin and staring at the tile. I had ended up in the looney bin after telling the wrong person the wrong thing.

"They say you're still talking about the angels, and the, shadow, people."

"They're not just shadow people." I said very annoyed, "They're called Cith and they kill people." I started raising my voice, "We can't just be sitting around, picking our noses, I need to get out of here!" I looked at her.

"There is no reason to raise your voice," She told me, "We're just trying to help you."

"You're not helping anything," I told her, almost laughing as I shook my head, "None of this is helping."

"Why don't you tell me about your dreams?" She asked, changing the subject, "The words?"

"They're not words," I breathed out shakily, "They're symbols, and pictures." I rubbed my cheek.

"What are they?"

"If I knew, lady, I wouldn't be calling them symbols and pictures." I held my face with one hand.

"We'll get you sleeping medication to dim down the activity." She got up and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I laid back on the bed and breathed out, closing my eyes. I didn't need medication. I needed for this to stop.

I wanted to go back to my desk job. Back to the complaining customers. My crappy apartment. My video games. My microwave meals.

I closed my eyes as I wished and hoped one of these days that would be possible for me.

Cas...

We were all sitting in the map room in the bunker. I looked around at the others. Vincent rubbed his eyes and breathed out.

"What do we do?" Guy asked.

I blinked slightly as I looked to the side, leaning on the doorway and crossing my arms. Jack leaned against the table as there was silence and Guy was looking at us desperately.

"Guys?" His voice was wavering, "What do we do?" He looked around at us, "Come on, we can't be afraid, not now." He breathed heavily as he started getting himself together, and I looked at him, "We have to beat this, we can, I know we can."

I breathed out and put my head back, "What do you think we should do, Guy?" I asked, and he looked at me as I got off the doorframe and turned to him, "I believe in you."

He looked down and thought, "Pen," He said, and Vincent and Jack looked at him as well, "We have to find Pen. We spent all that time before and then we lost him. If we needed to find him so badly the first time, we need to find him again."

"How do we find him when we haven't had anything on our radars about him since he left?" Jack asked.

"The reaper guy!" Guy said, taking his hands out of his pockets, "He can help! He's helped before." He looked at me, "Taylor can help us."

"We can't just ask him to help us," I told him, "It's more complicated than that."

"Well, maybe it won't be," He shrugged. I rubbed my eyes, "We have to try."

"Guy, reapers have round the clock jobs, it helps keep everything in balance." Jack tried to explain.

"Please?" Guy asked, "We can't just stand here." I looked down slightly.