" LET'S GO!", Alex screeched as she walked into the Thin Man's room. Well, it was actually
Bosley's room, but he wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch. "Besides, the Thin Man is
cuter", Alex thought to herself. Then she started to worry. He had been there the night
before. How far could he have gotten? Then she heard water running and felt relieved. She
took a big sigh and walked towards the bathroom and called, "Are you in there?" No answer.
She then frowned and screamed, "DON'T WORRY I'M COMING!" Then she kicked the
door down and ran towards the running water coming from the shower. She threw back the
curtain prepared for the worst and found a note. She turned the water off and snatched the
note from the shower head. Alex looked at the handwriting mouth dangling open slightly and
delicately furrowed eyebrows. There were a few water spots but otherwise, no harm done.
The writing was no more than chicken scrawl, small dark and messy but fairly readable. Then
Alex turned her attention to the note itself:
"Falling fast, falling with no end,
Into darkness out, to find you on a limb,
Landing hurts, time after time again,
Bones break, time splits never to return again,
So I won't land, I'll fall forever when,
In hope that you will catch me and I'll never fall again".
To Alex and the Angles
This poem is dedicated to you, and I want you to promise that you will never speak of me,
for it is too perilous. Natalie, I will never forget your beautiful smile, Dylan, your forceful ways
and womanly features, and Alex, your small Asian frame, light and nimble as a blossom
riding on a gentle breeze. Tell me, tell me you will think of me when the wind caresses your
skin and blows gently through your hair. Tell me that you will remain fair and true to your
cause because I will not remember girls full of sorrow and mourning, so please, go through
with your mission and do the greatest justice you can: help people. Please undo the things I
have done in the past and do not forget me, or what I have written on this page.
Sincerely,
The Creepy Thin Man
By the time Alex was finished reading this, she was sitting in the fetal position, eyes shut
tightly, and bawling as a small child would, rocking back and forth gently. She was so
enveloped in her tears that she did not notice Dylan and Natalie dragging something inside.
Alex did not notice their presence until she heard the springs on Bosley's bed creak and
small, suppressed sobs from Natalie. Alex's eyes widened as she turned around and saw
the scene unfold around her. Perhaps the most amazing thing was Dylan's heavily darkened
eyes brimming with tears. Then Alex looked at the bed where Natalie was sitting and saw
her Thin Man lying there. Alex felt hot angry tears stream down her cheeks as she looked at
the slightly bloodied man lying on the bed. "What happened?", she asked, usual spark
gone from her voice and still in the fetal position on the hard bathroom floor. "He was hit by a
car." Dylan said, voice threatening to split in two. That was it for Natalie. She grabbed their
new-found friend around the neck and started sobbing convulsively while pulling him closer
to her. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE!", she screamed and then in a hushed whisper she whispered
the phrase to him, as if trying to make him understand. "That fucking car hit him so hard, the
license plate came off.", Dylan said handing the battered piece of metal to Alex. "Can't you
research it or something, see who did it?" "What can't I do?", said Alex, a small pitiful, tearful
smile. Natalie all of the sudden jumped on the man and started breathing into his mouth.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", Dylan screamed. "HE STOPPED BREATHING!" This was
all too much for Alex. She left the room, sat at her lap top and started researching away. By
the time she had hacked into the license records, she hear Natalie crying and whispering,
"Thank you." Dylan ran to the door and told Alex that he's started breathing again. Alex
turned around and looked at Dylan, an intense look on her face.