Gregor leaned back against his pillow, gently running his hand along his legs. His fingers traced a series of white scars, bright against his skin. He traced the scars up his legs, stopping briefly at his chest where five deep scars were gouged into his skin. As he traced each one, grief rolled over him. Pushing it away, he ran his fingers along his arms. More scars. Eventually he looked at his hands. They were littered with scars but two were deeper than the others. He looked at them for a moment then reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a stone jar. Carefully opening the top, he wrinkled his nose as the smell of fish filled the room. He slathered the scars in ointment then placed it back on the table.
Gregor pushed away the curtain that separated his room from the rest of the house. It wasn't really a room: it was an old closet but it served as his bedroom. He felt lucky to have it since it was the only room with a window and the cloth curtain provided privacy. He paused outside the door of his sister's bedroom and looked around the apartment.
It was only four months ago that Gregor's parents had been contemplating the family moving to Virginia but in the end they had decided to stay in their apartment in New York. Gregor knew that he should feel happy that the move had never happened but couldn't. He didn't know where he belonged and didn't think moving to Virginia would have helped.
Gregor opened the door to his sister's bedroom. In the corner was a large cot, covered with a thin blanket. As Gregor approached it, a mop of brown curls popped up from behind the bars.
"Gregor!" Boots squealed happily.
Gregor lifted her out of her crib and she ran around him, clutching a toy dog. He spied something under her crib. Leaning over, he pulled out a pair of sandals and quickly hid them under his shirt. Then he turned back to Boots, who was jumping on the bed in the other corner.
"Lizzie! Lizzie!" squeaked Boots.
Lizzie jerked awake and sat up in bed. Her face was panicked for a moment before she saw Gregor. They exchanged a sad smile as Boots ran around to the door.
"Beakfast, Gregor," she called to him.
He smiled. Boots had finally figured out how to say his name but still had a hard time putting Rs in other words.
"Just a moment Boots," he said, sitting on the end of Lizzie's bed.
He pulled the sandals out from under his shirt.
"I found them under her bed," he whispered.
Lizzie looked at the shoes sadly. Thin strands of fabric had been woven together to make a sandal shape. The hide of an animal was used for the sole.
"I guess we forgot to look under her crib," said Gregor quietly.
Sadness shot through him. Ever since his family had returned from the Underland, they had been pretending to Boots that it didn't exist. It appeared to have worked: she no longer knew how to speak Crawler and had stopped saying "hi" to any cockroaches in the apartment. The songs and rhymes she had learned under the care of Dulcet, a nurse in the Underland, had now been forgotten. Sometimes she asked where Hazard was. Hazard was her best friend from the Underland. But the family always said that it was a dream and gradually she had forgotten him too.
Gregor's mother had persuaded them to do this. Seeing the effect the war in the Underland had had on Gregor and Lizzie, she had set them the task of making sure that Boots soon forgot about the Underland. They had removed all of her Underland clothing and toys. They told her that the people she had met had only been a dream.
She seemed to have forgotten everything.
Lizzie still remembered. She woke up from nightmares every night and was more nervous than before. She didn't talk a lot and kept to herself mostly. Everything that had happened… she kept thinking about it, turning it over and over in her mind.
As for Gregor, he couldn't forget anything. Not his friends, Howard and Mareth, not his bat, Ares, who had died in Gregor's final fight with the Bane, not the Bane, the rat leader who had led the rats to kill hundreds of mice in the volcanic region known as the Firelands. And not Luxa, the soon-to-be queen of Regalia. During the last war, their friendship had transformed into love. All the times they had had together: on their first quest to save his dad when Luxa had destroyed the spinner's web, on their second quest when he had awoken from unconsciousness to see her standing over him, his joy when he had discovered that she was alive in the jungle, their journey to save the mice and finally their time during the war. His showing her the photos in the museum, their kiss, all the time they had spent together and the day he left the Underland.
Gregor shook his head hard to stop thinking about Luxa. He got up and met Boots in the kitchen, which looked like a war zone. Boots had managed to spill the milk all over the counter, get cereal stuck in the toaster and make a sticky carpet of dried juice on the kitchen floor. At the center of this stood Boots, crying loudly. Cereal was stuck in her hair, milk was spilled down her t-shirt and her hair was matted with juice.
"Gregor," she wailed.
"It's okay," he said to her, picking her up and walked her over to the bathroom.
It took half an hour to get Boots clean again. Lizzie washed Boots while Gregor cleaned up the kitchen. The three of them sat at the table and ate breakfast. It was Saturday but Gregor's dad was working at the museum, his mother was working as the secretary at the local school. Gregor had always thought it unfair that his mother had to work on the weekend. But there were always paper's to organize or forms to write out and Gregor's family needed money.
Every month, the Underlanders sent up some money to help them keep going. Worried that Gregor would somehow get suck back into the war torn world of the Underland, she had forbidden them to go pick the money up. Instead, it was delivered to the doorstep at night and they found the parcel the next morning but even so, Gregor's parents had to work a lot.
The instant Boots was finished breakfast, she started to dance around Gregor, pleading to go to the park.
"Just a minute, Boots," he called over to her as she struggled to put on her jacket.
He walked over to his grandmother's room. She lay on the bed, covered in a patchwork quilt with pieces of dresses she had worn over the years. her face was peaceful. Gregor walked over to her head and whispered:
"We're going to the park."
She turned over and muttered.
"Sounds good. Be back for lunch."
"Sure," Gregor replied and left.
Four months ago, his grandmother had been very ill. Her heart had stopped working and the doctor's had done everything they could to stop her from dying. Eventually, they found the perfect medication and Gregor's grandmother had been able to return home. She spent most of her time sleeping. Gregor made her some toast before he left with his sisters.
When they arrived at the park, Boots ran over to the play structure to play with a boy from her daycare. Gregor and Lizzie sat together on the bench. Lizzie's eyes were unfocused as she stared off into the distance. Gregor knew that she was thinking about the last time they had been here, right after they had come home from the Underland. Gregor couldn't help thinking of the war and death he had seen. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic figure. A black bat. Ares.
It began to snow. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until it was on course to become a blizzard. Gregor called Boots over to them and the three of them held hands as they walked home as to not get lost as everything turned white.
The phone was ringing as they entered the apartment. Gregor dashed over to answer.
"Hello?" he asked. "Oh, hi mom. Yes, we just got back from the park. What? Okay, don't worry about us. We'll be fine. Make dinner and do the dishes. Okay. Sounds good. Bye."
Gregor turned to face his sisters.
"The roads are blocked so mom can't get back from work. Dad called her and the museum road is closed too. But they'll both be back by tomorrow morning. So we have to make dinner and wash the dishes."
Lizzie nodded and sat on the couch with a thick puzzle book and a pencil. Boots rushed into her room only to run back out, tears streaming down her face.
"Gregor! Gregor!" she yelled.
"Boots, what's wrong?" he asked her.
"Nooooooo," she wailed.
She ran back into her room. Gregor and Lizzie exchanged puzzled looks and followed her. Boots was searching around her cot. Gregor noticed that her toy dog, Cocoa, was missing.
"Cocoa!" screamed Boots.
"Where do you think Cocoa is?" Gregor asked Lizzie.
Lizzie looked confused for a moment before her eyes widened.
"Mom put Cocoa in the wash," she whispered. "She always picks up the laundry at lunch. But since she's not here…"
Her voice trailed off. The two of them looked at Boots.
The laundry room was the entrance to the Underland. In the corner, behind one of the washing machines, there was a metal grate that led down into the world of the Underland. Ever since they had come back, the laundry room had become off limits. But now…
"Should we go get Cocoa?" Gregor asked Lizzie as Boots' wails reached their peak.
Lizzie looked at her little sister then nodded.
"Let's go now," she said. "Boots, we're going to go get Cocoa."
Boots' wail cut itself off.
"I come too," she declared.
"You can't," Gregor blurted out.
Boots opened her mouth to start crying again.
"Okay, you can come," amended Gregor. "Let's get this over with."
The three of them headed down to the laundry room, Boots riding piggy-back on Gregor, Lizzie leading the way. The hesitated then opened the door to the laundry room. Boots dismounted from Gregor and to try and find Cocoa. Lizzie and Gregor searched around the machines that their mother usually used but couldn't find the toy dog. Boots' started to cry again.
The search went on. Finally, Boots gave a little cry of surprise.
"Boots?" Gregor asked suspiciously.
There was no sound for a moment then a clang of metal hitting the floor as a strange whispery noise filled the laundry room. A white mist had come out from behind one of the machines. Gregor yelled and ran towards to mist, with Lizzie following him. As they rounded the corner and looked behind the machine, they saw Boots leaning over a grate that disappeared into darkness. White mists were swirling up from it.
Gregor lunged forward. Shocked, Boots leaned forward and started to fall. She grabbed Lizzie's arm. Lizzie in turn grabbed Gregor's arm but it was too late. Boots was already falling, pulling Lizzie and Gregor with her, back into the Underland.
