Memories
By LANABANA (obviously a nickname, also known as "agentalana" on ALIAS message boards)
Disclaimers-I like to think that all loyal fans own ALIAS, we're just extremely fortunate that we don't have to PAY for it!
Scene 2
When the lights come back on, I find myself starring at the front door of the Sloane mansion. Confused, I turn my head slightly to see that my father is also starring at the door. Looking down I notice a frightened little girl standing in between us.
Before I can confirm my worst nightmare, the door flies open and a cheerfully grinning Arvin Sloane says, "Ah, Jack hello, come in, come in!"
I notice that my father actually looks relieved, a reaction I would never associate with Jack Bristow in the presence of Arvin Sloane. Pondering this I follow both my father, and my hesitant younger self, into the lion's den.
I seem to be observing the scene through the eyes of the child before me. Everything seems unusually large and the adult's conversation is muffled.
I feel as though my world is closing in around me. Then I hear an angelic voice, and watch as a female figure approaches me. She lowers herself to my level and smiles sweetly as she says, "Hello, you must be Sydney, my name is Emily."
"Hello," comes a soft reply.
"Do you like flowers Sydney?"
Only a nod of the head this time.
"Me too, would you like to see my garden?"
My heart breaks as I watch myself look to my father for approval, but he's already gone, in his place is Arvin Sloane who adds "Oh yes, Sydney you'd love it, Emily why don't you take Sydney to see your garden and I'll bring out some cookies and milk, how does that sound Sydney?"
I'm filled with the strangest feeling, safety. And I listen to myself reply with anticipation "Yes, thank you!" My little hand gets lost in Emily's larger one and as we walk toward French doors, the light is blinding and the scene is gone, but it is replaced by a series of moments that seem to last a year.
Emily and my younger self working in her garden, and baking Christmas cookies.
Sloane reading me bedtime stories, and letting me play office in his while he worked.
The three of us at The Nutcracker and later joyfully screaming on the Dumbo ride at Disneyland.
It was so normal, like the perfect family, all went black as "When You Wish Upon A Star" melody faded into the distance.
(I have one more part, I'm saving the BEST for last!!!)
By LANABANA (obviously a nickname, also known as "agentalana" on ALIAS message boards)
Disclaimers-I like to think that all loyal fans own ALIAS, we're just extremely fortunate that we don't have to PAY for it!
Scene 2
When the lights come back on, I find myself starring at the front door of the Sloane mansion. Confused, I turn my head slightly to see that my father is also starring at the door. Looking down I notice a frightened little girl standing in between us.
Before I can confirm my worst nightmare, the door flies open and a cheerfully grinning Arvin Sloane says, "Ah, Jack hello, come in, come in!"
I notice that my father actually looks relieved, a reaction I would never associate with Jack Bristow in the presence of Arvin Sloane. Pondering this I follow both my father, and my hesitant younger self, into the lion's den.
I seem to be observing the scene through the eyes of the child before me. Everything seems unusually large and the adult's conversation is muffled.
I feel as though my world is closing in around me. Then I hear an angelic voice, and watch as a female figure approaches me. She lowers herself to my level and smiles sweetly as she says, "Hello, you must be Sydney, my name is Emily."
"Hello," comes a soft reply.
"Do you like flowers Sydney?"
Only a nod of the head this time.
"Me too, would you like to see my garden?"
My heart breaks as I watch myself look to my father for approval, but he's already gone, in his place is Arvin Sloane who adds "Oh yes, Sydney you'd love it, Emily why don't you take Sydney to see your garden and I'll bring out some cookies and milk, how does that sound Sydney?"
I'm filled with the strangest feeling, safety. And I listen to myself reply with anticipation "Yes, thank you!" My little hand gets lost in Emily's larger one and as we walk toward French doors, the light is blinding and the scene is gone, but it is replaced by a series of moments that seem to last a year.
Emily and my younger self working in her garden, and baking Christmas cookies.
Sloane reading me bedtime stories, and letting me play office in his while he worked.
The three of us at The Nutcracker and later joyfully screaming on the Dumbo ride at Disneyland.
It was so normal, like the perfect family, all went black as "When You Wish Upon A Star" melody faded into the distance.
(I have one more part, I'm saving the BEST for last!!!)