"Well that's not a warm welcome for a friend." I told her.
"Wow," She leaned against her blue painted wall. "I didn't expect you to find me. How did tou by the way?" She asked me. She seemed really bummed out that I found her. Maybe she was miserable with us? The Bebop wasn't all too great of a home, and Jet and I weren't exactly good people to be living with.
"Jet put a tracking device on your ship in case you ever pulled this again."
"Pulled what again? Left the ship? Why would you care! It's not like you want me there." The yelled as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen. I followed her, I needed an explanation, and my damn fourteen million.
She said some words to herself and sighed a few times, showing signs of disappointment. Why would she feel so bad. It better be because she stole from me.
"Not necessarily," I leaned against the wall and she took a soda out of her refrigerator. When she opened it I noticed those relics of pictures magnetized to the fridge. I took on off and examined it.
"You- Hey! Give me that!" She snatched one of the pictures out of my hand.
"What's the deal with those, is that your grandmother?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I already told you, I was frozen for 54 years. This is me... Kind of." She looked into the picture like it was another person.
"What? What do you mean you were frozen?" What the hell was she talking about?
"Remember when I told the story about Whitney, that chump change bounty Jet caught?" Oh yeah, suddenly it's al so clear now.
"So that story you told the dog was true. This is you?" I pointed to the picture. Who the hell would have known, she wasn't lying. Extraordinary, I thought you could only survive cryogenically frozen for twenty, maybe twenty five years. NOT FIFTY-FOUR!
"I..." I could see she didn't feel like explaining, so I changed the topic. If I were her I'd want me to. Simple logic. Too bad nobody does that for me.
"I believe you have some money of mine?" I asked her as I took a seat and rested myself on a chair at the kitchen table. Comfy.
"Yeah, your money is on the counter." She pointed to a bundle of bills sitting on the countertop near the sink. I got up and scooped it up. That was too easy. What's she hiding?
"It turns out I won't be needing it." I frowned as she smirked at me.
What?
"What do you mean?" I smiled.
She started to wash her dirty dishes laying by the sink where the money was.
"It seems someone in my family died and left me some money and property." She smiled.
What a strange surprise...
"Oh, that explains this nicely furnished apartment, and why you didn't need my money."
"Yep" she smiled and jumped over to the table I was sitting at and picked up a piece of paper. The deed to this apartment, and a pet store."
"A pet store huh? Must have been a weird person." We laughed.
"Good old cousin Margaret, she died five months ago when she had a heart attack after watching Big Shot on TV. It happened right after some bounty head and a bounty hunter let all of her animals loose. I only got this deed and sixty-five million wulongs from her account. I was her only living relative."
"But she died before you could ask her any questions. She probably didn't know you had amnesia." I realized.
"I don't feel bad, there was no way I could find her anyway."
I have a vague memory of some pet shop somewhere...
"What was the bounty head's name?" I asked.
"Oh, it says right here," She scanned the paper with her finger. "Uh, Abdul Hakim and an unknown bounty hunter accidentally let most of Ms. Howe's animals loose while chasing a dog, later directing in a fatal heart attack. No additional crime was added to Hakim's criminal record...blah, blah, blah. Pretty unusual if you ask me."
What a strange coincidence...
"Wow," She leaned against her blue painted wall. "I didn't expect you to find me. How did tou by the way?" She asked me. She seemed really bummed out that I found her. Maybe she was miserable with us? The Bebop wasn't all too great of a home, and Jet and I weren't exactly good people to be living with.
"Jet put a tracking device on your ship in case you ever pulled this again."
"Pulled what again? Left the ship? Why would you care! It's not like you want me there." The yelled as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen. I followed her, I needed an explanation, and my damn fourteen million.
She said some words to herself and sighed a few times, showing signs of disappointment. Why would she feel so bad. It better be because she stole from me.
"Not necessarily," I leaned against the wall and she took a soda out of her refrigerator. When she opened it I noticed those relics of pictures magnetized to the fridge. I took on off and examined it.
"You- Hey! Give me that!" She snatched one of the pictures out of my hand.
"What's the deal with those, is that your grandmother?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I already told you, I was frozen for 54 years. This is me... Kind of." She looked into the picture like it was another person.
"What? What do you mean you were frozen?" What the hell was she talking about?
"Remember when I told the story about Whitney, that chump change bounty Jet caught?" Oh yeah, suddenly it's al so clear now.
"So that story you told the dog was true. This is you?" I pointed to the picture. Who the hell would have known, she wasn't lying. Extraordinary, I thought you could only survive cryogenically frozen for twenty, maybe twenty five years. NOT FIFTY-FOUR!
"I..." I could see she didn't feel like explaining, so I changed the topic. If I were her I'd want me to. Simple logic. Too bad nobody does that for me.
"I believe you have some money of mine?" I asked her as I took a seat and rested myself on a chair at the kitchen table. Comfy.
"Yeah, your money is on the counter." She pointed to a bundle of bills sitting on the countertop near the sink. I got up and scooped it up. That was too easy. What's she hiding?
"It turns out I won't be needing it." I frowned as she smirked at me.
What?
"What do you mean?" I smiled.
She started to wash her dirty dishes laying by the sink where the money was.
"It seems someone in my family died and left me some money and property." She smiled.
What a strange surprise...
"Oh, that explains this nicely furnished apartment, and why you didn't need my money."
"Yep" she smiled and jumped over to the table I was sitting at and picked up a piece of paper. The deed to this apartment, and a pet store."
"A pet store huh? Must have been a weird person." We laughed.
"Good old cousin Margaret, she died five months ago when she had a heart attack after watching Big Shot on TV. It happened right after some bounty head and a bounty hunter let all of her animals loose. I only got this deed and sixty-five million wulongs from her account. I was her only living relative."
"But she died before you could ask her any questions. She probably didn't know you had amnesia." I realized.
"I don't feel bad, there was no way I could find her anyway."
I have a vague memory of some pet shop somewhere...
"What was the bounty head's name?" I asked.
"Oh, it says right here," She scanned the paper with her finger. "Uh, Abdul Hakim and an unknown bounty hunter accidentally let most of Ms. Howe's animals loose while chasing a dog, later directing in a fatal heart attack. No additional crime was added to Hakim's criminal record...blah, blah, blah. Pretty unusual if you ask me."
What a strange coincidence...