It flew through the sky, gripping the toy so tightly in it's hand. As if it were a child. It couldn't let go, it couldn't let Anna - Elizabeth down again. It couldn't. It wouldn't. Not like before, even though there was no before for it. The before died with him. The Lutece's took away the before from him. From it. Like how they took Anna - Elizabeth. And like how they took his wife. He couldn't even afford a funeral. Not a grave. Not even a shovel, or the dirt to dig in order to bury her. They burned her at the hospital, and threw her ashes into the wind. He washed it away with whiskey, and Anna just watched, she didn't know what it meant. He held her, held her so tight, just so they couldn't take her away from him. Then again, there is no him anymore, now is there?
It passed the tower, then circled around and landed. The people on the streets so far away saw it, and time froze. It froze for them at least, the bird didn't notice. The people just stared. It didn't know why. As the bird hummed, and crept into the tower, the people still watched, and pointed, and clapped. Some giggled, some ran, through it's eyes... well, not really eyes, it watched the children resume their songs and games, while others continued to work.
When she saw it, she reluctantly went over. She didn't run like she used to, she didn't scream in excitement, she just walked. "Thank you." She said, and it held out it's giant hand, and retracted it's steel claws. It lowered it's head, hoping she would pet him like she used to. She didn't. They were in the library, surrounded by all the things it had brought her, and it felt angry. Not at her, it couldn't be mad at her. it wasn't allowed, but mad at itself. What had it done wrong? Why wouldn't she love him as he loved her? All he wanted was her to accept him, to say good job, I love you, something like that. The time would blend itself together years ago... or atleast it thought it was years, it would fly through the sky, bringing her things, and sing her songs. She would read it books, and every once in a while, the lights in his eyes would have to turn red when a False Shepard would come along, but then the days got longer and the weeks seemed like months, she was unhappy. It didn't want her to be unhappy.
