Roger opened the closet and grabbed his coat. Dorothy presumed it was safe
to leave her hiding place, so she opened the door and approached Roger.
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
"There's a madman out there plotting to destroy Paradigm City completely, and I know who it is. They have blamed other reasons for all of the citizens to have lost their memories long ago, but it was him. I'm going to get him."
"Angel told you that?"
"No. I shoved her against the wall during our quarrel, and a microchip fell out of her pocket. The information on that chip proved everything Angel told me about what was going on was false."
"She's a traitor!"
"That she is. Now, I'm leaving. You stay here."
Dorothy opened the closet door. "I'm going with you."
"No, you stay here."
"You're not going alone."
"Dorothy, I don't want to risk your life!"
"Life is about taking risks!"
Roger embraced her. "I don't want to jeopardize losing you. Please, stay here."
"Roger... I can't!"
"Yes you can. Please, for me." With that, he turned and opened the door. He looked back. "I love you, Dorothy." Then he was gone.
Tears formed in her eyes. This was unusual. She had never cried before, but of course, Roger had never told her that he loved her before. She wasn't going to let this happen to him. She remembered her nightmare, it could become true. Then she knew what she had to do. She ran into his study, even though she knew she wasn't allowed to be in there. She bent down and began searching through his desk drawers, thinking of the possibility that maybe Roger took the microchip with him. After an exhaustive hunt, she found it! She put it into his computer and looked at the information on it. Good thing that one quality of her former android self still remained - her photographic memory. She could remember everything. She placed the microchip back where she found it, ran out of the study, and into the entrance hall to grab her coat. She didn't care what Roger said. She was going to help.
It was snowing, and the wind was icy in her face. She ran down the street, careful not to slip on any patches of frost. Though she was careful, she lost her footing. Dorothy picked herself off the ice, tasting blood in her mouth. She wasn't giving up that easy.
"There's a madman out there plotting to destroy Paradigm City completely, and I know who it is. They have blamed other reasons for all of the citizens to have lost their memories long ago, but it was him. I'm going to get him."
"Angel told you that?"
"No. I shoved her against the wall during our quarrel, and a microchip fell out of her pocket. The information on that chip proved everything Angel told me about what was going on was false."
"She's a traitor!"
"That she is. Now, I'm leaving. You stay here."
Dorothy opened the closet door. "I'm going with you."
"No, you stay here."
"You're not going alone."
"Dorothy, I don't want to risk your life!"
"Life is about taking risks!"
Roger embraced her. "I don't want to jeopardize losing you. Please, stay here."
"Roger... I can't!"
"Yes you can. Please, for me." With that, he turned and opened the door. He looked back. "I love you, Dorothy." Then he was gone.
Tears formed in her eyes. This was unusual. She had never cried before, but of course, Roger had never told her that he loved her before. She wasn't going to let this happen to him. She remembered her nightmare, it could become true. Then she knew what she had to do. She ran into his study, even though she knew she wasn't allowed to be in there. She bent down and began searching through his desk drawers, thinking of the possibility that maybe Roger took the microchip with him. After an exhaustive hunt, she found it! She put it into his computer and looked at the information on it. Good thing that one quality of her former android self still remained - her photographic memory. She could remember everything. She placed the microchip back where she found it, ran out of the study, and into the entrance hall to grab her coat. She didn't care what Roger said. She was going to help.
It was snowing, and the wind was icy in her face. She ran down the street, careful not to slip on any patches of frost. Though she was careful, she lost her footing. Dorothy picked herself off the ice, tasting blood in her mouth. She wasn't giving up that easy.