(A/N I've decided to actually try and kick myself back into writing this story regularly. Let's all hope I succeed.)
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The Sequel With No Title
This is the Only Self-referential Sentence in this Chapter.
Beleg quietly sat on the couch in Paullina's living room waiting for her to return from the 'basement'. They had returned home from the mall without saying another word. They entered the living room when she told him she was going to wash his new clothes and left him alone.
He glanced about the room, but found it no more interesting then before. All the objects, with a few exceptions, were most queer and he could not make out what they were or what they were made from. He'd given up trying to figure out what they were the day before. Paullina hadn't seemed to be in the mood to answer the multitude of questions he wished to ask about her very different culture. She'd only gone so far as to explain about plumbing so he could use the bathroom and 'electricity' to explain the lamps.
He soon heard a low rumbling sound then Paullina walking up the steps from the basement. He wondered what this meant and stood quickly up as she entered the room.
"Paullina, I thought you were washing clothes?"
She looked up at him slightly surprised at his tense concerned face, "Oh well, um we have machines that wash clothes. It's all right, sit."
He was only partially pacified, but did as he was bid and sat down with her on the couch. Paullina leaned back and closed her eyes, feeling suddenly exhausted. Beleg sat and watched her for a time. He sighed slightly and glanced out the window. The sun was shining brightly and inviting. He wondered why she preferred to stay inside, the air was stuffy and far from fresh in the small room. He suddenly longed to go outside.
He got up silently and made for the door, unfortunately it squeaked when he opened it, but Paullina didn't move. He was almost through the door and was closing it when she spoke, "Don't wander far and I mean not far, not out of sight of the house." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh and I mean a mere mortal's sense of sight." He cut off a curse and slipped through the door.
Though the air was tinged with a pollutant of some sort it was still refreshing. The house was only a few paces from the road, but there were woods all about on either side. Beleg decided he'd rather avoid meeting people as he had not had much luck so far with his few encounters and so circled around the house and entered the woods from there.
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Despite being worried about Beleg, Paullina, still feeling exhausted, drifted off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was that he was an elf and could take care of himself...she hoped. The sun slowly sank, the ray of light from the window traveled across the floor until it rested on her face, rousing her from sleep. She blinked her eyes and sat up with a jerk, it did not take long to realize that: 1) it was late and 2) Beleg wasn't there.
"Damn it! Why did I let him go off alone?" She raked a hand through her hair then jumped up and walked to the front door. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the doorbell rang just as her hand touched the doorknob. Catching her breath a moment she opened the door.
Standing before her was a police officer with a firm grip on Beleg's arm. Beleg looked pleadingly at Paullina with an apologetic look. Paullina sighed heavily and shook her head.
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(A/N Anyone notice how the style of writing completely changed? I did. I'm so pathetic.)
