Izzy was in a dark, black hallway. Either end were two doors, both made
from glass. Behind one door, was Sydney. She could see the Opera house and
the Habour bridge. The second door was covered in dust from a war zone
behind it, bombs going off every few seconds, and dull booms sounding from
it. She headed for the Sydney door, but her hand paused over the door knob.
'What about Hawkeye and BJ, and everyone else?' she asked herself.
She glanced back at the other door, and went to it. Without opening it, she peered through the dust on the other side. She had no idea where it was, but it could be Korea. Izzy sighed and sat in the middle of the corridor. Somehow, she knew whichever life she choose, it would be for ever. She'd never get a chance like this again. She began to weigh up her options.
'What to do?' she asked herself.
'Sydney is home to me. I was born there, I grew up there, I have friends there. I've lived out a fantasy, now it's time to go home.' Izzy glanced towards the bright lights of the city.
'No one loved me in Sydney. I had few friends, most who'd probably have given me up for dead by now. Hawkeye, BJ and the rest of them adore me back there. They respect me.
'But I could die in Korea. There are always bombs going off, Koreans running around, death all over the place.
'But I can't live in Sydney any more. Stealing is no way to make a living. How long do you think that'll last?
'I'm not even sure that that is Korea out that other door. It could be Vietnam or World War Two for all I know. It'd be safer to stick with what I know.'
Izzy curled up into a ball, fighting between herself about the decision she had to make. She knew she couldn't stay there much longer, time to bite the bullet and pick a door. Izzy stood up, took another long look at each door, then turned to one of them. She paused at it for a few seconds, then turned the knob and fell through, to face the life she'd chosen.
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Izzy looked around. Sydney didn't seemed to have changed. Seeing a newsagents nearby, she went in and checked the newspapers on the shelves. Only a few months had passed since she'd gone to Korea. Izzy smiled to herself, and looked around. No-one would believe her story. Her friends would think she was either on drugs or crazy. Izzy's stomach jumped at the word. Klinger was always trying to convince everyone he was crazy. Izzy trailed around, and saw an elderly man walking in front of her, a wallet poking out from his back pocket. She sneaked forward and reached out for the brown leather wallet, hoping her time away hadn't damaged her performance. She was pulling it out slowly, when the man turned around and grabbed her wrist.
'You don't think I'm going to have my money stolen for the third time this week, do you?' he demanded. Izzy stared defiantly into the man's blue eyes, and was surprised to see the eyes soften, in a confused sort of way.
'Izzy?' the man asked.
Izzy's heart jumped.
'Hawkeye?' she asked.
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Kooshball Note: Yes, I know, back to where it doesn't make any scientific sense. Oh well.
Not the end! Did Izzy make the right decision? Find out in the next chapter!
'What about Hawkeye and BJ, and everyone else?' she asked herself.
She glanced back at the other door, and went to it. Without opening it, she peered through the dust on the other side. She had no idea where it was, but it could be Korea. Izzy sighed and sat in the middle of the corridor. Somehow, she knew whichever life she choose, it would be for ever. She'd never get a chance like this again. She began to weigh up her options.
'What to do?' she asked herself.
'Sydney is home to me. I was born there, I grew up there, I have friends there. I've lived out a fantasy, now it's time to go home.' Izzy glanced towards the bright lights of the city.
'No one loved me in Sydney. I had few friends, most who'd probably have given me up for dead by now. Hawkeye, BJ and the rest of them adore me back there. They respect me.
'But I could die in Korea. There are always bombs going off, Koreans running around, death all over the place.
'But I can't live in Sydney any more. Stealing is no way to make a living. How long do you think that'll last?
'I'm not even sure that that is Korea out that other door. It could be Vietnam or World War Two for all I know. It'd be safer to stick with what I know.'
Izzy curled up into a ball, fighting between herself about the decision she had to make. She knew she couldn't stay there much longer, time to bite the bullet and pick a door. Izzy stood up, took another long look at each door, then turned to one of them. She paused at it for a few seconds, then turned the knob and fell through, to face the life she'd chosen.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Izzy looked around. Sydney didn't seemed to have changed. Seeing a newsagents nearby, she went in and checked the newspapers on the shelves. Only a few months had passed since she'd gone to Korea. Izzy smiled to herself, and looked around. No-one would believe her story. Her friends would think she was either on drugs or crazy. Izzy's stomach jumped at the word. Klinger was always trying to convince everyone he was crazy. Izzy trailed around, and saw an elderly man walking in front of her, a wallet poking out from his back pocket. She sneaked forward and reached out for the brown leather wallet, hoping her time away hadn't damaged her performance. She was pulling it out slowly, when the man turned around and grabbed her wrist.
'You don't think I'm going to have my money stolen for the third time this week, do you?' he demanded. Izzy stared defiantly into the man's blue eyes, and was surprised to see the eyes soften, in a confused sort of way.
'Izzy?' the man asked.
Izzy's heart jumped.
'Hawkeye?' she asked.
**~~*~~*~~*~~**
Kooshball Note: Yes, I know, back to where it doesn't make any scientific sense. Oh well.
Not the end! Did Izzy make the right decision? Find out in the next chapter!