The dust was everywhere, but I saw the faint outline of its donkey. I rode over to him and the thing gazed at me with its covered face. I didn't know what would happen if I touched it but it stuck its hand out nonetheless.
"We have a deal then?" I said to it, it nodded its head. I smiled and shook its hand. "Thank you." I said.
I woke with a start, my face beaded with sweat. I sat up and saw the sparks coming off the bloody cyborg's charging outlet. It looked at me with those metallic green eyes that had kept me sane all these months.
"Is there anything I can get you Mr. Murdoc?" the android inquired politely. I shook my head.
"No, sorry luv." I said, wiping my face. I got up and walked to the balcony of my room, the cool night air was a comfort.
The moon shone with a strange brilliance and I looked at the Plastic Beach, wrinkling my nose slightly at the stench of the garbage. Almost six months had past since I made my deal with the boogieman and still no sign of them. I was getting restless. I, of course had had no intention of keeping my end of the deal, but that didn't mean he had to dip out as well.
"Noodle!" I called, the cyborg's head snapped to attention.
"Yes sir?" it asked. I looked over my shoulder.
"Go check on Ache-Face." I ordered it. The robot gave a small salute before unplugging itself and heading towards the elevators. Sighing, I knew there was going to be no surprise appearances tonight, so I went back to my bed.
Sleep was evading me and I took to staring at the ceiling until the sound of the elevators made me sit up. The cyborg came in and she looked at me.
"Stuart Pot is in his room, the whale is still guarding him." She reported dutifully. I nodded.
"Come here." I ordered. She obeyed, coming to a stop next to my bed. I sat up again and looked at her face, such a beautiful face.
I brought a hand to her cheek and the spell was broken as I felt the synthetic skin. I yanked my hand away as if it'd been burned and scowled at the robot. She still stood there, looking at me expectantly.
"Erm, go back to your outlet." I said. she marched back and the scene became as it had when I had first woken up.
Oh Noodle, I thought to myself. Where are you? I need you. Almost against my will, my mind sent out a message, hoping that somewhere, she was receiving it.
That eased my conscience enough for a restless slumber to close my eyelids.