Hi everyone, this is my first story. I welcome all criticism that you may have but only if it's constructive. After all, isn't that why we all are here; to become better writers? Just to let you know this story would only really work if the events of the fourth game had not taken place.
"Hershel come quick have a look at this!" Claire called from the kitchen. Hershel quickly hurried to her side, wondering what she could want. "Look!" She handed Hershel an article that she had cut from one of her weekly science newsletters. It said 'Top London scientists have successfully resurrected a common household mouse using galvanism.' Upon reading the headline Hershel shook his head.
"You don't really believe this nonsense do you Claire?" Hershel asked raising an eyebrow.
"Um, well, um I guess so, science is developing so fast these days it can be difficult to comprehend what is fact and what is mere rumour,"
"Yes, and I feel you have got the two mixed up again, my dear," Hershel said
"Throughout history people have tried to replicate these ludicrous Frankenstein-style experiments, but to no avail," Hershel was used to being Claire's island of sanity in her crazy world full of scientific anomalies and possibilities.
"What makes you think this is any different?" Hershel asked in a softened tone, placing a comforting hand over hers.
"I guess you're right," Claire sighed "But you have to start somewhere," She smiled, trying to add a lighter tone to the somewhat dull atmosphere. Claire had often been excited by these strange little snippets of information that you find tucked away in the hidden corners of a magazine; intriguing all who read it. Fortunately, Claire had Hershel to snap her back into reality when her imagination ran away with her.
"So, talking of impossible developments, how did your interview at Gressenheller go today, I forgot to ask?" Claire asked, folding up the article and placing it into her pocket.
"Well," He replied. "I must admit it was quite the puzzle,"
"Lucky for you, every puzzle, has an answer,"
"Yes, quite, let's just hope I made all of the right choices," Hershel sighed. He had never felt so worried about something he had done before. He tried to force a smile but the shear dread was too great to ignore.
"Oh Hershel," Claire exclaimed, noticing his troubled facial expression "You have nothing to worry about, what you don't know about archaeology isn't worth knowing!" She grinned in a playful manner as she spoke. This lifted Hershel's spirits. He had always been conceited in thinking that without him, Claire would be lost, when really he needs her more. No matter how bizarre and inquisitive she may be, she is and always will be that little piece of him that keeps him being the strong, level-headed character he has always been known to be. It would be like taking rolls from Royce. They are just meant to be together.