Post by Alexander on Apr 24, 2013 10:01:09 GMT -5
::Now was not the time to dwell on such things though. Perhaps, should he return, he will inquire more about him. However, now all he needed to do was rest. He laid back and closed his eye to try and find sleep to take him away from the ache in his once whole arm.
When sleep finally came, it was restless and filled with ghosts of the past. Memories came in images of Grayell and Roland forming the cave they had found into a liveable location. Faces of those that had shared their home flitted past. Jenkins, the Doctor, Master Harding...
This last lingered for some reason he could not identify, before passing on to the Man at the Crossroads. The last being from that world he had seen before traveling here to find his daughter. In his dreams the Man mocked him for being a fool as the spirit of his wife looked on with sad eyes filled with tears as she turned her back on him and faded to nothingness.
That was not how it had happened in reality, but dreams had a funny way of playing with our thoughts. Twisting them and turning them into some shade of the truth. Digging at the emotions of the events they portrayed.
When he woke with a start, he at first did not remember where he was. The stump of his arm was all he needed though to bring him fully back to reality. He was still tired, but did not wish to go back to the demons in his head, so instead he waited for a young Healer in training...a nurse in other worlds...to come check on him. When the young woman appeared he asked for books to read. Any subject matter would do. He needed to keep his mind active on other things, and learning more about the place he and his daughter now called home.
The books came in time, and he spent his waking hours pouring over them faster than the Healers could bring them. Sometimes resorting to multiple readings, just to avoid sleep. But he could not keep it away for long. Eventually sleep came when it must, and with it the laughing of the Man as his wife cried.::
When sleep finally came, it was restless and filled with ghosts of the past. Memories came in images of Grayell and Roland forming the cave they had found into a liveable location. Faces of those that had shared their home flitted past. Jenkins, the Doctor, Master Harding...
This last lingered for some reason he could not identify, before passing on to the Man at the Crossroads. The last being from that world he had seen before traveling here to find his daughter. In his dreams the Man mocked him for being a fool as the spirit of his wife looked on with sad eyes filled with tears as she turned her back on him and faded to nothingness.
That was not how it had happened in reality, but dreams had a funny way of playing with our thoughts. Twisting them and turning them into some shade of the truth. Digging at the emotions of the events they portrayed.
When he woke with a start, he at first did not remember where he was. The stump of his arm was all he needed though to bring him fully back to reality. He was still tired, but did not wish to go back to the demons in his head, so instead he waited for a young Healer in training...a nurse in other worlds...to come check on him. When the young woman appeared he asked for books to read. Any subject matter would do. He needed to keep his mind active on other things, and learning more about the place he and his daughter now called home.
The books came in time, and he spent his waking hours pouring over them faster than the Healers could bring them. Sometimes resorting to multiple readings, just to avoid sleep. But he could not keep it away for long. Eventually sleep came when it must, and with it the laughing of the Man as his wife cried.::