Skye oozed out of the wall and rubbed her head as if it caused her even slight effort. She smiled, her red lips stretching from ear to ear, but I couldn't help noticing her teeth were still the same as they were before she un-monstered. In case you are confused, here's the gist:
When Skye was let out into the outside world by Monger, she got so depressed and lonely without me, kind of like how I was. She wondered around, and eventually became so upset that she went back to her mother's experiment place, where she transformed in the first place. Being intelligent in engineering and electronics (That was where she shines. I tend to be good at Literacy) she quickly figured that the morphing power was set at a time limit. A year and a half. She set it to unlimited, after an hour or so of needling into the wires and cables, and stood in the way of the beam that cast down at the testing area. She proved that she was still a monster to Monger, and to tell us the news he tried to ring us. But unfortunately we had landed on the island by now, and there was no way he could talk to us. So he sent Skye off to track us - she had her own inventive twist, of course - huge wings on her normal body, and a tracking beam cast from her eyes. She easily found us, and saw me straight away. Being Skye she wanted to make a dramatic entrance, so she listened to what Paul had wanted me to collect, including stones. She scooped up all the stones in sight, and turned to a skeleton. She frightened me half to death, and then made the suprise entrance. We had a hugging session, and then told the others to drop whatever they were doing, and then more hugs all round. She immediately transformed into a HUGE plane, bigger than the other one - stronger, quicker and safer. And that leads us to now.
She scooped up my suitcase and passed it to me. Bigger in the inside - I should of guessed, Skye always likes to have that impossible touch to things. Inside was clothes - a pink sundress, small matching slippers and huge feather clip-on wings. That work. I am not joking. Under this there was baggy warm black denim trousers, black fuzzy snow boots, two pairs of tights, two pairs of socks, a Lara-Croft style black tank top, spare sleeves, two black furry jackets, a black coat, a scarf, gloves, two hats, and a veil-thing that kept my face warm, but I could still breath, thankfully. There were pyjamas, slippers and a dressing gown. For entertainment there was a floating cinema-size television, a laptop and a novel. I grinned at her and thanked her. Skye smiled back, and suddenly lifted her head in surprise and leaped into the wall. I sat silent, puzzled.
'I am guessing,' she said from inside the wall, 'that you are all hungry. I've just got some personalised food for everyone'
She spun out effectively dressed in a waitresses outfit. She carried large trays on her hands, her outstretched arms, her head, and even on her foot and leg. She hobbled over to Link and showed him his food - caviar. Nessie shared with him happily. B.O.B. had a massive plate of all kinds of meat - I swear swan was there. She mouthed at me it was only ham, just dyed different colours. For Dr. Cockroach a fancy sculpture of trash - banana skins, fish bones (curtosy of Link) and papery containers. For Hayley, an amazing selection of biscuits, both dog and cat, only rich and expensive in flavor. For Paul, the first normal dish - pizza and chips, which was the same for me. Susan had a massive plate of pizza that kind of scared me. 'Hey, Skye,' Susan asked. Her voice had that worried ring to it. 'Are Jimmy and Sarah alright with Monger?' 'Yeah, I saw them actually,' Skye smiled. 'So cute'
Skye planted herself next to me and stole some of my chips. At ten we called it a night and fell asleep, everyone in there pyjamas provided in their suitcases.
When I woke up and looked outside, the sky was black, stars sprinkled around on the night sky. The floor was planted with snow, and everything except the sky was white, frosty and magical. I quickly changed into my winter clothes, and looked at my side, expecting Skye to be sat snoring there. She wasn't. She was obviously flying the plane. Suddenly I had a crazy feeling of boredom again, but knew what I was going to do. I have done a lot - but I've never actually been able to fly before. I rummaged around in my suitcase and found the clip-on wings. I attached them to my spine and tensed the muscles at my back (if backs have muscles? I don't know, I tensed something) and felt myself lifted off the ground. It was the best time ever! But my smile fell when I saw that the plane was flying itself, or Skye's sub-concious if you like. I know this because Skye herself was outside the plane, with feathery wings clinging to her back. Her face was low and in a continuous frown.
I passed Dr. Cockroach silently. He let out a sneeze which made me jump, or fly a foot in the air, making me bang my head against on the roof. Which actually woke him up.
He looked around and said, 'hello'
Almost automatically by accident, I said from above, 'hello... damn'
He peered up and blinked twice, shook his head, shrugged and fell back asleep. Good. He understands me.
I flew outside and was ready for heavy wind - though surprisingly my wings did all the work. Skye looked at my surprised face and smiled, 'they're automatic. I prefer to do the work'
'What's up?' I asked. She shrugged. 'Sometimes I just get a little depressed. No biggy'
'Depressed about what, exactly'
'Life'
'Life'
'Life. Have you ever wondered what would happen to you if you die?' Her eyes sparkled, but avoided my own.
'Well, er... I don't believe in ghosts. I guess I believe in reincarnation'
'Same here. Why do you believe in reincarnation'
'Umm. I suppose I believe that's how we know about most of our history - we can't know everything just from artifacts. What about you? Why do you believe in it'
'Because... OK, I'll tell you, Al. In my dreams, I see it. And I can remember it. I experienced reincarnation.'