August 12th 2003
Ironwood
Right back in the tinkertech jet they use to lug me around, actually is it tinkertech? It might just be a regular jet... hm, I'm pretty sure the information is above my clearance level. Point is, they trust me enough not to put me in a cage anymore, hell I even have actual leather seats my size. Kill a couple of Endbringers and the PRT pulls out all the stops to make you comfortable. I lean back and watch one of the relaxed PRT agents.
"AGENTS!"
I listen in.
"New game?"
"Straight from Japan. It's pretty awsome and I'm told there's going to be a US release soon but it keeps being held back."
I looked over his shoulder at the DS in his hand as a a man in a familar red sweater watched TV, he saw...wow that's me. This... elite beat agents, isn't it too early for this to...
"Why can't we be friends?"
I got that reference! I watch over his shoulder as the PRT agents played the game, the music continued to play and I watched as the agents danced, as the cartoon Mr. Rogers flew to Seattle sweat on his face as he walks into the park. The agents dance as passes monsters in the dark, then finally he gets to well me, and sits down for tea.
The level continues and then as the song fades away the two of us exit the forest holding hands. I'm frozen unable to move, my chest hurts and-
"Um, Woody are you ok?"
I'm... crying? I didn't know I could still do that.
"I'm sorry, it's... he was my first friend here, I miss him."
The PRT agents stare at each other, unable to say anything, the man playing the game shrugs.
"It's ok man, um we understand, Rogers was a cool guy... I'm sure wherever he is, he's proud of you man."
"Thank you."
I go back to my seat and stare into space, unable to escape the memories of a fallen friend.