" So…" Lucy sighed, " Just how are we going to do this? You can't just walk
over to her and say 'Hi, remember me, I'm Guillaume!' Who knows what effect
it would have!" A silence fell on the group as they tried to think.
" How about…no…." mumbled Mark.
" We could…I mean…never mind…" started Jenny.
" I know!" Rosie leapt to her feet.
" What?!" came the unanimous response from the others.
* * * * * * * *
" I don't know if you're going to like it…" Rosie looked cautiously at Guillaume.
" Well you're going to have to tell us before we can decide…" Lucy raised her eyebrows.
" Go on…" Jenny urged gently.
" Well…it's only an idea and I don't know if it would work…" Rosie swallowed nervously.
" …What is it…?" Marius frowned slightly.
" Well how did Jo lose her memory…?" Rosie began.
" Hit her head by all accounts…" muttered Phillipe.
" …So…I figure…" Rosie spoke quietly, " …if she was to hit her head again…she might get it back…?" Rosie closed her eyes tightly and waited for the shouting to begin.
" Tell me you're joking!" Guillaume looked gob smacked.
" You want us to hit Jo over the head to get her memory back?!" Martin's voice was a combination of amusement and confusion.
" It was only a suggestion…" Rosie frowned.
" Well I don't know about you…" started Mark, " …but I don't want to be the one who has to face her, after having bashed her around the head, when it hasn't worked!!"
" It'd be up to me to do it…" muttered Guillaume quietly.
" You can't seriously thinking about doing it…" Marius looked amazed.
" I mean…what if you hurt her…or…like Mark said, it doesn't work…" Bertrande started to panic.
" To be honest…" Amos said suddenly, " It's probably the most sensible option we have…"
" It's the only option we have…!" frowned Phillipe.
" Hey…it always works in the movies…" Rosie smiled hopefully.
" The movies?!" Came the resounding response from Marius, Phillipe, Guillaume, Martin and Bertrande. Amos grinned.
" At last…something I know that you lot don't!" his toothy smile beamed at them all. Guillaume rolled his eyes.
" What pray tell is a movie…?" he asked plainly of the others.
" It's…well…you see…" frowned Mark.
" It's like television…" started Jenny.
" Television?!"
" Never mind!" Jenny waved her hands to stop their confused friends.
" It's a form of entertainment…like musicals and plays but they're recorded so that you can see them over and over again…" Lucy tried to explain.
" They certainly are fans of entertainment in the future aren't they…" Marius sighed.
" Anyway, ' it always works in the movies' is phrase used when something that you wouldn't normally expect to work, seen done in a movie or film, works." Rosie smiled gently. " Like…opening a locked door with a hair grip…"
" Or a credit card…" grinned Lucy.
" Or a paper clip…" Mark added.
" Certainly fond of breaking and entering aren't they in the future!" Phillipe said firmly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
" Do you mind if we get back to the point…" Guillaume asked suddenly. " So you're saying that if Jo hits her head again…she'll get her memory back…?"
" That's the plan…" Rosie shrugged, suddenly sounding less than confident.
" Hate to point out one tiny error here…" Guillaume said sorrowfully.
" Which is…?" Mark frowned.
" I can't exactly walk up to her and club her around the head…not with Jesus and that Judas hovering over her…" He raised a dark eyebrow. " I think they might have something to say about it!!"
" You right…" Lucy nodded thoughtfully.
" We need to lure her away from the others…" Jenny's brow furrowed in thought.
" See…already we're talking about 'luring' people...this doesn't bode well!" Martin groaned.
" Well I think shouting out 'Hey Jo…I mean…Jochebed…I've got something I want to show you…' is probably not our best bet!" Amos laughed gently.
" It's got to be subtler than that…" continued Jenny,
" How about a song…?" Marius suggested.
" That's not such a bad idea…" grinned Rosie, " A song she might remember and follow it…"
" I know…I could sing…" Marius beamed only to be cut short by Mark.
" You're not singing anything…" he frowned, turning to Guillaume. " It's going to have to be you…"
" Me?!" Guillaume all but shrieked as he leapt to his feet. A few of the disciples in the garden turned to see what the group of strangers was doing.
" It has to be your voice…" Mark said firmly. " You're the one who has to lure her away and you're the one who…you know…has to do the head hitting thing…" he finished less than comfortably.
" Ok fine…" groaned Guillaume, looking slightly less than impressed. " But what do I sing…?"
" I know…" beamed Rosie, " I know the perfect song…"
* * * * * * * *
'Jochebed' helped the friends of Jesus as they started to set up tables in the garden for their evening meal. Even though every one of them had been more than kind to her and had been more than generous, she still felt a great sadness inside. It was true she now had a name, but as noble as the name was, she knew it wasn't hers. She sighed as she looked around. Jesus and the young men that loved and followed him were buying carrying table ready to be laid with the evening meal. Judas was sat to one side, a frown evident on his brow. She grinned and thought to herself. " He looks how I feel!" Sighing she put down the plates on the table before her and turned to walk over to Judas when she stopped. She had heard something, something being carried on the breeze. She listened, straining her ears against the noise of the happy friends preparing their dinner. Something about it had seemed so familiar. She wandered over to the entrance and peered into the ever-increasing gloom of dusk. She shook her head and frowned as she was greeted with silence. She shrugged and turned to go back to the others when…
" I've been living to see you…" a voice singing softly drifted through the air and made her freeze. The hairs on her arms and neck stood up as it continued, " Dying to see you but it shouldn't be like this…"
" This was unexpected…" she found herself saying in time with the voice. Subconsciously her feet were already following the sound of the singing. Why did she know this song…? The voice got fader and she found herself jogging to keep up with it.
" I've been very hopeful so far…" it continued as she jogged across the square where the meeting had been held earlier. " Now for the first time I think we're going wrong, Hurry up and tell me, This is just a dream…"
" Or could we start again please…" she sang breathlessly still following the voice. All of a sudden she found herself at the gates of Gethsemane, the garden in which Judas had found her. The singing seemed to be coming from inside. She had to know why she knew the song and if she knew the song…maybe the singer knew her…
" I think you've made you're point now…" the voice sang as she made her way through the bushes and trees, " You've even gone a bit too far to get your message home…" she broke through a hedge to find herself in a familiar looking glade. She frowned as the voice sounded as if it was right next to her. " Before it gets too frightening…"
" We ought to call a halt…" she sang back quietly.
" So could we start again please…" the voice sounded ever closer and she froze, scanning the bushes for movement. Guillaume stood holding his breath nervously behind her, a large branch poised in his hands. " Before it gets too frightening, we ought to call a halt…" he sang gently as he started to walk towards her, " So could we start again please…?"
" So could we start again please…?" 'Jochebed' replied.
" So could we start again please…?" Their voices sang together as he found himself stood behind her.
" So we could start…" she started as Guillaume held his breath and started to quickly bring the branch towards her head.
" How about…no…." mumbled Mark.
" We could…I mean…never mind…" started Jenny.
" I know!" Rosie leapt to her feet.
" What?!" came the unanimous response from the others.
* * * * * * * *
" I don't know if you're going to like it…" Rosie looked cautiously at Guillaume.
" Well you're going to have to tell us before we can decide…" Lucy raised her eyebrows.
" Go on…" Jenny urged gently.
" Well…it's only an idea and I don't know if it would work…" Rosie swallowed nervously.
" …What is it…?" Marius frowned slightly.
" Well how did Jo lose her memory…?" Rosie began.
" Hit her head by all accounts…" muttered Phillipe.
" …So…I figure…" Rosie spoke quietly, " …if she was to hit her head again…she might get it back…?" Rosie closed her eyes tightly and waited for the shouting to begin.
" Tell me you're joking!" Guillaume looked gob smacked.
" You want us to hit Jo over the head to get her memory back?!" Martin's voice was a combination of amusement and confusion.
" It was only a suggestion…" Rosie frowned.
" Well I don't know about you…" started Mark, " …but I don't want to be the one who has to face her, after having bashed her around the head, when it hasn't worked!!"
" It'd be up to me to do it…" muttered Guillaume quietly.
" You can't seriously thinking about doing it…" Marius looked amazed.
" I mean…what if you hurt her…or…like Mark said, it doesn't work…" Bertrande started to panic.
" To be honest…" Amos said suddenly, " It's probably the most sensible option we have…"
" It's the only option we have…!" frowned Phillipe.
" Hey…it always works in the movies…" Rosie smiled hopefully.
" The movies?!" Came the resounding response from Marius, Phillipe, Guillaume, Martin and Bertrande. Amos grinned.
" At last…something I know that you lot don't!" his toothy smile beamed at them all. Guillaume rolled his eyes.
" What pray tell is a movie…?" he asked plainly of the others.
" It's…well…you see…" frowned Mark.
" It's like television…" started Jenny.
" Television?!"
" Never mind!" Jenny waved her hands to stop their confused friends.
" It's a form of entertainment…like musicals and plays but they're recorded so that you can see them over and over again…" Lucy tried to explain.
" They certainly are fans of entertainment in the future aren't they…" Marius sighed.
" Anyway, ' it always works in the movies' is phrase used when something that you wouldn't normally expect to work, seen done in a movie or film, works." Rosie smiled gently. " Like…opening a locked door with a hair grip…"
" Or a credit card…" grinned Lucy.
" Or a paper clip…" Mark added.
" Certainly fond of breaking and entering aren't they in the future!" Phillipe said firmly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
" Do you mind if we get back to the point…" Guillaume asked suddenly. " So you're saying that if Jo hits her head again…she'll get her memory back…?"
" That's the plan…" Rosie shrugged, suddenly sounding less than confident.
" Hate to point out one tiny error here…" Guillaume said sorrowfully.
" Which is…?" Mark frowned.
" I can't exactly walk up to her and club her around the head…not with Jesus and that Judas hovering over her…" He raised a dark eyebrow. " I think they might have something to say about it!!"
" You right…" Lucy nodded thoughtfully.
" We need to lure her away from the others…" Jenny's brow furrowed in thought.
" See…already we're talking about 'luring' people...this doesn't bode well!" Martin groaned.
" Well I think shouting out 'Hey Jo…I mean…Jochebed…I've got something I want to show you…' is probably not our best bet!" Amos laughed gently.
" It's got to be subtler than that…" continued Jenny,
" How about a song…?" Marius suggested.
" That's not such a bad idea…" grinned Rosie, " A song she might remember and follow it…"
" I know…I could sing…" Marius beamed only to be cut short by Mark.
" You're not singing anything…" he frowned, turning to Guillaume. " It's going to have to be you…"
" Me?!" Guillaume all but shrieked as he leapt to his feet. A few of the disciples in the garden turned to see what the group of strangers was doing.
" It has to be your voice…" Mark said firmly. " You're the one who has to lure her away and you're the one who…you know…has to do the head hitting thing…" he finished less than comfortably.
" Ok fine…" groaned Guillaume, looking slightly less than impressed. " But what do I sing…?"
" I know…" beamed Rosie, " I know the perfect song…"
* * * * * * * *
'Jochebed' helped the friends of Jesus as they started to set up tables in the garden for their evening meal. Even though every one of them had been more than kind to her and had been more than generous, she still felt a great sadness inside. It was true she now had a name, but as noble as the name was, she knew it wasn't hers. She sighed as she looked around. Jesus and the young men that loved and followed him were buying carrying table ready to be laid with the evening meal. Judas was sat to one side, a frown evident on his brow. She grinned and thought to herself. " He looks how I feel!" Sighing she put down the plates on the table before her and turned to walk over to Judas when she stopped. She had heard something, something being carried on the breeze. She listened, straining her ears against the noise of the happy friends preparing their dinner. Something about it had seemed so familiar. She wandered over to the entrance and peered into the ever-increasing gloom of dusk. She shook her head and frowned as she was greeted with silence. She shrugged and turned to go back to the others when…
" I've been living to see you…" a voice singing softly drifted through the air and made her freeze. The hairs on her arms and neck stood up as it continued, " Dying to see you but it shouldn't be like this…"
" This was unexpected…" she found herself saying in time with the voice. Subconsciously her feet were already following the sound of the singing. Why did she know this song…? The voice got fader and she found herself jogging to keep up with it.
" I've been very hopeful so far…" it continued as she jogged across the square where the meeting had been held earlier. " Now for the first time I think we're going wrong, Hurry up and tell me, This is just a dream…"
" Or could we start again please…" she sang breathlessly still following the voice. All of a sudden she found herself at the gates of Gethsemane, the garden in which Judas had found her. The singing seemed to be coming from inside. She had to know why she knew the song and if she knew the song…maybe the singer knew her…
" I think you've made you're point now…" the voice sang as she made her way through the bushes and trees, " You've even gone a bit too far to get your message home…" she broke through a hedge to find herself in a familiar looking glade. She frowned as the voice sounded as if it was right next to her. " Before it gets too frightening…"
" We ought to call a halt…" she sang back quietly.
" So could we start again please…" the voice sounded ever closer and she froze, scanning the bushes for movement. Guillaume stood holding his breath nervously behind her, a large branch poised in his hands. " Before it gets too frightening, we ought to call a halt…" he sang gently as he started to walk towards her, " So could we start again please…?"
" So could we start again please…?" 'Jochebed' replied.
" So could we start again please…?" Their voices sang together as he found himself stood behind her.
" So we could start…" she started as Guillaume held his breath and started to quickly bring the branch towards her head.