Authors Note: I didn't think I was going to write anything after that first little story but this idea popped into my head and I just couldn't seem to get it out. Please, please, please review because I think I might want to write more but there is no way I'll build up the confidence if I get no feedback at all. (Now with paragraphs)
It was silent. Everyone had long since left. There was no laughter in the console room, no splashing of water in the library. Hell she even missed the voice of that annoying tin dog in the hallways. There are so many hallways. She was always having to make sure His friends didn't get lost and it was such a hassle rearranging herself like that. Worth it though because He always came back.
There were so many hallways. There were so many rooms. Each room had a name. He always enjoyed acting the fool but she knew how he liked things. He needed them ordered so she made sure he was happy. So many rooms. Each with a name. There used to be faces to the names but they're gone. They all leave sometime. But not Him. He always comes back. So many faces to all those names. And so many faces to just one name. The only one that matters really. Though when she thinks about it she did rather like the handsome one with the military look. She always made sure to leave his room near the library because he enjoyed a good midnight swim, often accompanied by some of her other occupants and if she could wink suggestively at that she would. He wasn't coming back either. Just another name on a door.
She didn't put a name on His door. It was special and He was special so He always knew where it was anyway. He always went back to it. It's been a year now. Darkness accompanies the silence. She was waiting for the day when the honeymooners didn't come back but…. A stray bowtie sits on top the console and a seemingly out of place fez occupies the couch. He the man that always comes back. So where was he?
Fin
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