Part IV:: Anna ::
"So are you gonna tell me who he was or not?" Maia demanded out of the blue. School was over, and we were seated at a local soda shop with rootbeer floats before us. I acted dissinterested. The truth was, the morning's events had been on my mind all day. I could think of nothing else. "That again! Dammit, Maia, I already told you that he was just some guy I met on the train."
"Well, he sure had your attention." She remarked drily. I rolled my eyes and took a long draught of rootbeer through my straw. "He was really nice." I answered evasively.
"Uh-huh. Was he cute?" She hinted, toying with her spoon before taking a lick of ice cream. I grinned. "Oooh! how cute? Like, Stuart Townsend cute or Heath Ledger cute?" She questioned. Maia and I both had an incurable movie star addiction. We also had the same tastes, which had led to many disputes in the front three rows of the movie theatre over the years. "Umm... I'd say more of an Orlando Bloom cute." I supplied after a few carefully measured moments of thoughtfullness.
"Oooh!" Maia sighed, putting her hand over her heart and pretending to swoon. I giggled. If only she knew! "So does this nice guy from the train have a name?"
"Yeah. Nice Guy from the Train." I teased, and she stuck her tongue out at me.
"C'mon, we'd better start for home."
"I suppose." She muttered, dissapointed that I changed the subject. We stood and made our way out of the shop with a smile and a wave at the old man behind the counter. He knew us well because we came in every day religiously after school, ordered rootbeer floats and started our homework. Tokyo was a marvelous place to be. I don't think there is any city on the planet half as exciting and fast-paced. New York may be hailed as the city that never sleeps, but Tokyo never even rests up a bit. There's so much to see and do that it's a wonder Maia and I ever went home after school. Our new favorite past-time was wandering the sidewalks and gawking as only westerners can manage to do.
We were following our usual route, and were about half-way to the train station when we encountered an unfamiliar yet familiar sight. Curious people were crowded along what appeared to be a road block. "Was there an accident or something?" I asked, my mind immeadately racing to the crowded bullet train's packed interior. If there were an accident, the injuries and fatalities would be through the roof!
"I don't know. Wanna check it out?" Maia answered, and I nodded. We drifted and dodged our way closer to the block, and broke into identical grins as several obvious prop-buildings loomed into view, along with huge cameras on small cranes and lifts attatched to dollies. People who were obviously extras were milling around, talking to other people and drinking coffee.
"Sweet!" I exclaimed.
"And me without my camera!" Maia lamented as we tried to commit the whole fascinating scene to memory. I squinted my eyes and scanned the area for Orlando, even though I have no idea what I would do if he were actually there.
"PLACES!" A guy, presumeably the director, bellowed into a megaphone. It was delightfully cliche and believable all at the same time. "QUIET ON THE SET!" Maia and I pressed our lips together.
"ANNNND...... WAIT!" We exhaled in dissapointment. The director guy stromed less than five feet away from us. "There's a hole over there! We need more extras by that store front!" We overheard him saying, and then we turned to glance at each other. "YOU TWO!" Our eyes shifted back to the director guy. "GO STAND IN FRONT OF THAT CAR!"
"Us two?" Maia squeaked, gesturing at herself and my own shocked face.
"YEAH, YOU TWO! GET OVER THERE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!"
"Going!" I cried, grabbing Maia's arm and dragging her with me. We scurried quickly across the area and prostrated ourselves before the car. I guess the guy felt there was a lack of school girls in the crowd or something. We obviously weren't Asian in descent, and yet again stood out like neon signs.
"Is he gonna have us run over or something?" Maia whispered nervously, glancing over her shoulder at the car. I took a sip of rootbeer through my straw and shrugged, just as nervous.
"ACTION!" The director bellowed, and we tried to pretend we were just standing casually in front of a car and chatting. It seemed as though they just wanted some shots of people milling around the city. I took a sip of my rootbeer. "READY? AND FIVE... FOU--"
Suddenly, a very loud explosion engulfed the building to our left. Maia dropped her rootbeer cup. I spit my rootbeer out. "TOO SOON!" The megaphone bellowed at ear-splitting volume.
"What should we do?" Maia asked anxiously, grabbing my arm and clutching it tight.
"I don't know... I think we should just stay put. Maybe this is part of the script." I whispered back, my fingers digging into the hand on my arm. I felt a little faint. "Yeah... maybe." Maia answered shakily, and then everything went wrong at once.
I heard a particularly peircing shreik from the crowd, and my head snapped up just in time to see what remains one of the most terrifying sights in my life. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!"The director bellowed, and Maia and I were seperated as a herd of extras and bystanders thundered past us. The building the explosion had been in was swaying dangerously, then tilting...
"Maia!" I yelled desperately, stumbling backwards, caught in the flow of human beings. Did I mention I was claustrophobic? "Maia!" Where the hell was she? A small part of the wall of the building gave way and came crashing down. It was mostly plywood, it looked like, but there was a lot of it! "ANNA!" Maia yelled, and then she was next to me, and we were both blundering backwards again, but I lost her hand again and fell, and soon the crowd was gone, I jumped to my feet and turned, just as the remainder of the wall began to tremble, sway, and then finally begin its descent. "Holy shit!" I whispered in awe, frozen and staring upwards in numb panic. I was literally too frightened to move. "Anna! Move!" A voice called, and I was grabbed from behind and hoisted by my waist, dragged backwards, and then flung to the ground just as the building came down, finally landing with a roar, a crash and a lot of dust and screaming people.
I lay still for a few moments, trying to gather my wits and calm myself down.
"IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT!?" The director bellowed through his megophone, and the pandemonium began to subside as the sound of approaching sirens cut throught the din. I began to shake violently.
I was so caught up in my confusion that I didn't even realize I was sprawled under someone until they asked if I was alright.
"DID YOU GET THAT? IT WAS DAMN RECKLESS, BUT IT LOOKED GREAT!"
I resisted the urge to stand and strangle the director. "Hello? Earth to Anna!" The voice sang uneasily, and a hand was passe dseveral times in front of my eyes. "Are you hurt?" He repeated for about the eigth time, and I finally shook my head "no."
"Good." Orlando replied, shifting, standing, and then offering a hand to help me up. I was still in shock and just stared at him mutely for a few more minutes. He was covered in dust, there was a scrape on his cheek, another on his arm, and his fishnet shirt was torn to shreds. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight in my life! I burst into hysterical tears.
"You saved me!" I wailed like a baby, standing still and hugging my school bag to my chest.
He look confused and a little bewildered. I would have thought he was used to hysterical young women by now.
"I don't think you would have died, Anna. Broken a few bones, maybe, but died, no." He assured me with a really comforting voice. God, he was a great actor!
"Where's Maia?" I asked shakily through my tears, and began to look around frantically before I found her. "Maia?" Orlando repeated in a quizzical voice. "Who's Maia?"
I finally spotted her and burst out laughing, which was pretty funny considering I was still crying.
Maia was a few yards away, sitting upright. Sprawled across her lap was the still form of a tall bond man clad in skin-tight, mauve vinyl boot-legged pants. Aside from the bizzarre attire, the guy was, well, gorgeous. He was also familiar. From beside me, Orlando started to laugh too. I limped towards the pair, giggling, and as I got closer I heard Maia repeating "Yes! Yes! Thank you God!"
The male draped across her stirred, grumbled, and finally sat up, coming face to face with Maia, who stopped cheering and looked petrified. The guy shook his head as if to clear it, and then stared at Maia again. "What the hell!?" He demanded in an Aussie accent. The guy was Heath Ledger. Maia passed out cold.
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Okay, so maybe Anna wasn't going to tell me who the guy was. That was okay. I'd get it out of her eventually. Time for caffeine. We made our daily after-school stop at the soda shop. I winked at the cute guy that swept up the floors, which always made him blush no matter how many times I did it.
We sat down at the bar and had our usual drinks, and I sucked up nearly half of the cup in my first drink. Ah...brain freeze. Perfect time to ask more about the shadowy figure that had followed her to school.
"So are you going to tell me who he was or not?"
"That again! Maia, I already told you he was just some guy I met on the train." Ah, the side effects of train travel. I looked briefly at my scooter and smiled.
"Well, he sure had your attention. Was he cute?" I asked, licking an enormous mound of ice cream off of my spoon. She grinned at me. Bingo.
"Ooh! How cute? Like Stuart Townsend cute or Heath Ledger cute?"
"I'd say more Orlando Bloom cute," she answered after a while. Be still my beating heart! If there was one thing I was soft for, it was a cute guy with an incredible butt. I feigned a swoon, as I was often apt to do.
"So does this nice guy from the train have a name?" I asked, swallowing another lump of the quickly melting ice cream.
"Yeah, nice guy from the train." Okay, that wasn't fair. I stuck my tongue out at her. "Come on, we'd better start home."
"I suppose," I muttered, disappointed that I hadn't gotten farther than I hoped. There was always the walk home! And tomorrow! And the day after that! Yes, I can be stubborn too, but I prefer the term tenacious. Anna waved at the guy behind the counter, and I blew a kiss to that poor busboy that I always bothered, stuffing my homework into my bag as we left. I never managed to keep my homework looking like it did when my teacher handed it to me. Oh, well. Another wrinkled paper to turn in. At least he knew which one was mine!
I hopped onto my little scooter, keeping the engine off so I could just push myself along next to Anna. We were going along our usual route, slurping up the last bits of our floats and gawking at the things we'd already seen about a hundred times since we'd arrived in the city. We started to near the train station, and we could see it coming up in the distance. There was a large crowd of people gathered just about halfway to it, and the only think I could think was, 'Three bicycle pileup.' I giggled to myself, and Anna shot me a look which immediately shut me up.
"Was there an accident or something?"
"I don't know, wanna check it out?" We picked our way through the crowd, until we came close enough to see the facades of prop buildings, video equipment, and all sorts of sound devices. We both grinned widely, and I jumped up and down, clapping like a little kid that just discovered their Christmas presents in the back of their parent's closet. "And me without my camera!" I wept. I did my photo memory routine, trying to get it all into my head before something else popped in there.
A guy in a green beret and megaphone, sitting in a director's chair started yelling for people to be quiet and to take their places. He looked absolutely ridiculous, and absolutely perfect. I was too absorbed in all that was going on to notice the guy when he stormed over, until he was about three megaphones length from us. "GO STAND IN FRONT OF THAT CAR!" He yelled. Okay, you are only standing five feet from us. Was the megaphone really necessary? I rubbed my overly sensitive ears.
"Us two?" I squeaked.
"YEAH YOU TWO! GET OVER THERE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!" Anna grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the car. Not that we stuck out or anything. We were just two American girls, stretched out against a car. Act natural.
"Is he going to have us run over or something?" I joked, though it didn't sound like it. Anna shrugged, seemingly calmer than I was, and sipped the remnants of her float. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he yelled ACTION! We made it look like were just some people on the street having a conversation, but from my point of view we must have seemed pathetic. I had never been able to act. "AND FIVE...FOU--"
BOOM!
I dropped my root beer, helpless as it splattered all over my Mary Janes, and covered my head like the world was ending. "TOO SOON!" He howled, my eardrums ringing again.
"I wish he would stop doing that." I mumbled. "What should we do?" I asked nervously, clinging to Anna's arm as though I would fall through the floor.
"I don't know... I think we should just stay put. Maybe this is part of the script." I nodded and dug deeper into her skin. This was not good.
Suddenly there were people shrieking, and Anna and I both looked up to see the building we had been standing under swaying and creaking. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" the director yelled, but Anna and I were swept up in the flood of extras, and separated. I heard her yelling out for me.
"Anna! Anna, where are you?!" I yelled. I spotted her not far from me, and I grabbed a hold of her wrist. I tried to pull her out with me, but another wave of the crowd crashed into us, and we were separated again. I watched as her head disappeared under the others, and I was swept farther away from her.
"Damn it!" I screeched, clawing my way to get back to her. I looked back up at the building, which was starting to crumble, and back to where Anna had been. She was frozen stiff. "Anna!" I cried. I ran to get to her, but didn't make it. Something smashed into me, something that squeaked. Why it squeaked, I have no idea. I was soon on the floor, underneath a mass of mauve vinyl. I scanned the set for Anna, and saw her lying underneath some guy that was waving his hand in front of her face. She was okay! I let out a sigh of relief before turning my attention to the figure on my lap. I moved him slightly, trying to roll him off of me. As soon as I saw his face, I gasped and let him fall back into his former position.
"H...H...Heath Ledger!" I squealed. I looked up to the sky. "Yes! Yes! Thank you God!" I began to rattle off a list of all the gods and goddesses that I had ever, or would ever pray to, switching between languages, just because it sounded better.
He started to come to, and I felt my voice physically stop working. "What the hell!" he yelled. I was gone.
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"So are you gonna tell me who he was or not?" Maia demanded out of the blue. School was over, and we were seated at a local soda shop with rootbeer floats before us. I acted dissinterested. The truth was, the morning's events had been on my mind all day. I could think of nothing else. "That again! Dammit, Maia, I already told you that he was just some guy I met on the train."
"Well, he sure had your attention." She remarked drily. I rolled my eyes and took a long draught of rootbeer through my straw. "He was really nice." I answered evasively.
"Uh-huh. Was he cute?" She hinted, toying with her spoon before taking a lick of ice cream. I grinned. "Oooh! how cute? Like, Stuart Townsend cute or Heath Ledger cute?" She questioned. Maia and I both had an incurable movie star addiction. We also had the same tastes, which had led to many disputes in the front three rows of the movie theatre over the years. "Umm... I'd say more of an Orlando Bloom cute." I supplied after a few carefully measured moments of thoughtfullness.
"Oooh!" Maia sighed, putting her hand over her heart and pretending to swoon. I giggled. If only she knew! "So does this nice guy from the train have a name?"
"Yeah. Nice Guy from the Train." I teased, and she stuck her tongue out at me.
"C'mon, we'd better start for home."
"I suppose." She muttered, dissapointed that I changed the subject. We stood and made our way out of the shop with a smile and a wave at the old man behind the counter. He knew us well because we came in every day religiously after school, ordered rootbeer floats and started our homework. Tokyo was a marvelous place to be. I don't think there is any city on the planet half as exciting and fast-paced. New York may be hailed as the city that never sleeps, but Tokyo never even rests up a bit. There's so much to see and do that it's a wonder Maia and I ever went home after school. Our new favorite past-time was wandering the sidewalks and gawking as only westerners can manage to do.
We were following our usual route, and were about half-way to the train station when we encountered an unfamiliar yet familiar sight. Curious people were crowded along what appeared to be a road block. "Was there an accident or something?" I asked, my mind immeadately racing to the crowded bullet train's packed interior. If there were an accident, the injuries and fatalities would be through the roof!
"I don't know. Wanna check it out?" Maia answered, and I nodded. We drifted and dodged our way closer to the block, and broke into identical grins as several obvious prop-buildings loomed into view, along with huge cameras on small cranes and lifts attatched to dollies. People who were obviously extras were milling around, talking to other people and drinking coffee.
"Sweet!" I exclaimed.
"And me without my camera!" Maia lamented as we tried to commit the whole fascinating scene to memory. I squinted my eyes and scanned the area for Orlando, even though I have no idea what I would do if he were actually there.
"PLACES!" A guy, presumeably the director, bellowed into a megaphone. It was delightfully cliche and believable all at the same time. "QUIET ON THE SET!" Maia and I pressed our lips together.
"ANNNND...... WAIT!" We exhaled in dissapointment. The director guy stromed less than five feet away from us. "There's a hole over there! We need more extras by that store front!" We overheard him saying, and then we turned to glance at each other. "YOU TWO!" Our eyes shifted back to the director guy. "GO STAND IN FRONT OF THAT CAR!"
"Us two?" Maia squeaked, gesturing at herself and my own shocked face.
"YEAH, YOU TWO! GET OVER THERE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!"
"Going!" I cried, grabbing Maia's arm and dragging her with me. We scurried quickly across the area and prostrated ourselves before the car. I guess the guy felt there was a lack of school girls in the crowd or something. We obviously weren't Asian in descent, and yet again stood out like neon signs.
"Is he gonna have us run over or something?" Maia whispered nervously, glancing over her shoulder at the car. I took a sip of rootbeer through my straw and shrugged, just as nervous.
"ACTION!" The director bellowed, and we tried to pretend we were just standing casually in front of a car and chatting. It seemed as though they just wanted some shots of people milling around the city. I took a sip of my rootbeer. "READY? AND FIVE... FOU--"
Suddenly, a very loud explosion engulfed the building to our left. Maia dropped her rootbeer cup. I spit my rootbeer out. "TOO SOON!" The megaphone bellowed at ear-splitting volume.
"What should we do?" Maia asked anxiously, grabbing my arm and clutching it tight.
"I don't know... I think we should just stay put. Maybe this is part of the script." I whispered back, my fingers digging into the hand on my arm. I felt a little faint. "Yeah... maybe." Maia answered shakily, and then everything went wrong at once.
I heard a particularly peircing shreik from the crowd, and my head snapped up just in time to see what remains one of the most terrifying sights in my life. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!"The director bellowed, and Maia and I were seperated as a herd of extras and bystanders thundered past us. The building the explosion had been in was swaying dangerously, then tilting...
"Maia!" I yelled desperately, stumbling backwards, caught in the flow of human beings. Did I mention I was claustrophobic? "Maia!" Where the hell was she? A small part of the wall of the building gave way and came crashing down. It was mostly plywood, it looked like, but there was a lot of it! "ANNA!" Maia yelled, and then she was next to me, and we were both blundering backwards again, but I lost her hand again and fell, and soon the crowd was gone, I jumped to my feet and turned, just as the remainder of the wall began to tremble, sway, and then finally begin its descent. "Holy shit!" I whispered in awe, frozen and staring upwards in numb panic. I was literally too frightened to move. "Anna! Move!" A voice called, and I was grabbed from behind and hoisted by my waist, dragged backwards, and then flung to the ground just as the building came down, finally landing with a roar, a crash and a lot of dust and screaming people.
I lay still for a few moments, trying to gather my wits and calm myself down.
"IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT!?" The director bellowed through his megophone, and the pandemonium began to subside as the sound of approaching sirens cut throught the din. I began to shake violently.
I was so caught up in my confusion that I didn't even realize I was sprawled under someone until they asked if I was alright.
"DID YOU GET THAT? IT WAS DAMN RECKLESS, BUT IT LOOKED GREAT!"
I resisted the urge to stand and strangle the director. "Hello? Earth to Anna!" The voice sang uneasily, and a hand was passe dseveral times in front of my eyes. "Are you hurt?" He repeated for about the eigth time, and I finally shook my head "no."
"Good." Orlando replied, shifting, standing, and then offering a hand to help me up. I was still in shock and just stared at him mutely for a few more minutes. He was covered in dust, there was a scrape on his cheek, another on his arm, and his fishnet shirt was torn to shreds. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight in my life! I burst into hysterical tears.
"You saved me!" I wailed like a baby, standing still and hugging my school bag to my chest.
He look confused and a little bewildered. I would have thought he was used to hysterical young women by now.
"I don't think you would have died, Anna. Broken a few bones, maybe, but died, no." He assured me with a really comforting voice. God, he was a great actor!
"Where's Maia?" I asked shakily through my tears, and began to look around frantically before I found her. "Maia?" Orlando repeated in a quizzical voice. "Who's Maia?"
I finally spotted her and burst out laughing, which was pretty funny considering I was still crying.
Maia was a few yards away, sitting upright. Sprawled across her lap was the still form of a tall bond man clad in skin-tight, mauve vinyl boot-legged pants. Aside from the bizzarre attire, the guy was, well, gorgeous. He was also familiar. From beside me, Orlando started to laugh too. I limped towards the pair, giggling, and as I got closer I heard Maia repeating "Yes! Yes! Thank you God!"
The male draped across her stirred, grumbled, and finally sat up, coming face to face with Maia, who stopped cheering and looked petrified. The guy shook his head as if to clear it, and then stared at Maia again. "What the hell!?" He demanded in an Aussie accent. The guy was Heath Ledger. Maia passed out cold.
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Okay, so maybe Anna wasn't going to tell me who the guy was. That was okay. I'd get it out of her eventually. Time for caffeine. We made our daily after-school stop at the soda shop. I winked at the cute guy that swept up the floors, which always made him blush no matter how many times I did it.
We sat down at the bar and had our usual drinks, and I sucked up nearly half of the cup in my first drink. Ah...brain freeze. Perfect time to ask more about the shadowy figure that had followed her to school.
"So are you going to tell me who he was or not?"
"That again! Maia, I already told you he was just some guy I met on the train." Ah, the side effects of train travel. I looked briefly at my scooter and smiled.
"Well, he sure had your attention. Was he cute?" I asked, licking an enormous mound of ice cream off of my spoon. She grinned at me. Bingo.
"Ooh! How cute? Like Stuart Townsend cute or Heath Ledger cute?"
"I'd say more Orlando Bloom cute," she answered after a while. Be still my beating heart! If there was one thing I was soft for, it was a cute guy with an incredible butt. I feigned a swoon, as I was often apt to do.
"So does this nice guy from the train have a name?" I asked, swallowing another lump of the quickly melting ice cream.
"Yeah, nice guy from the train." Okay, that wasn't fair. I stuck my tongue out at her. "Come on, we'd better start home."
"I suppose," I muttered, disappointed that I hadn't gotten farther than I hoped. There was always the walk home! And tomorrow! And the day after that! Yes, I can be stubborn too, but I prefer the term tenacious. Anna waved at the guy behind the counter, and I blew a kiss to that poor busboy that I always bothered, stuffing my homework into my bag as we left. I never managed to keep my homework looking like it did when my teacher handed it to me. Oh, well. Another wrinkled paper to turn in. At least he knew which one was mine!
I hopped onto my little scooter, keeping the engine off so I could just push myself along next to Anna. We were going along our usual route, slurping up the last bits of our floats and gawking at the things we'd already seen about a hundred times since we'd arrived in the city. We started to near the train station, and we could see it coming up in the distance. There was a large crowd of people gathered just about halfway to it, and the only think I could think was, 'Three bicycle pileup.' I giggled to myself, and Anna shot me a look which immediately shut me up.
"Was there an accident or something?"
"I don't know, wanna check it out?" We picked our way through the crowd, until we came close enough to see the facades of prop buildings, video equipment, and all sorts of sound devices. We both grinned widely, and I jumped up and down, clapping like a little kid that just discovered their Christmas presents in the back of their parent's closet. "And me without my camera!" I wept. I did my photo memory routine, trying to get it all into my head before something else popped in there.
A guy in a green beret and megaphone, sitting in a director's chair started yelling for people to be quiet and to take their places. He looked absolutely ridiculous, and absolutely perfect. I was too absorbed in all that was going on to notice the guy when he stormed over, until he was about three megaphones length from us. "GO STAND IN FRONT OF THAT CAR!" He yelled. Okay, you are only standing five feet from us. Was the megaphone really necessary? I rubbed my overly sensitive ears.
"Us two?" I squeaked.
"YEAH YOU TWO! GET OVER THERE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!" Anna grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the car. Not that we stuck out or anything. We were just two American girls, stretched out against a car. Act natural.
"Is he going to have us run over or something?" I joked, though it didn't sound like it. Anna shrugged, seemingly calmer than I was, and sipped the remnants of her float. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he yelled ACTION! We made it look like were just some people on the street having a conversation, but from my point of view we must have seemed pathetic. I had never been able to act. "AND FIVE...FOU--"
BOOM!
I dropped my root beer, helpless as it splattered all over my Mary Janes, and covered my head like the world was ending. "TOO SOON!" He howled, my eardrums ringing again.
"I wish he would stop doing that." I mumbled. "What should we do?" I asked nervously, clinging to Anna's arm as though I would fall through the floor.
"I don't know... I think we should just stay put. Maybe this is part of the script." I nodded and dug deeper into her skin. This was not good.
Suddenly there were people shrieking, and Anna and I both looked up to see the building we had been standing under swaying and creaking. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" the director yelled, but Anna and I were swept up in the flood of extras, and separated. I heard her yelling out for me.
"Anna! Anna, where are you?!" I yelled. I spotted her not far from me, and I grabbed a hold of her wrist. I tried to pull her out with me, but another wave of the crowd crashed into us, and we were separated again. I watched as her head disappeared under the others, and I was swept farther away from her.
"Damn it!" I screeched, clawing my way to get back to her. I looked back up at the building, which was starting to crumble, and back to where Anna had been. She was frozen stiff. "Anna!" I cried. I ran to get to her, but didn't make it. Something smashed into me, something that squeaked. Why it squeaked, I have no idea. I was soon on the floor, underneath a mass of mauve vinyl. I scanned the set for Anna, and saw her lying underneath some guy that was waving his hand in front of her face. She was okay! I let out a sigh of relief before turning my attention to the figure on my lap. I moved him slightly, trying to roll him off of me. As soon as I saw his face, I gasped and let him fall back into his former position.
"H...H...Heath Ledger!" I squealed. I looked up to the sky. "Yes! Yes! Thank you God!" I began to rattle off a list of all the gods and goddesses that I had ever, or would ever pray to, switching between languages, just because it sounded better.
He started to come to, and I felt my voice physically stop working. "What the hell!" he yelled. I was gone.
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