The rest of the day proved to be a killer for Sylvie. The voice that Sylvie had heard earlier at lunch continued to haunt her. She couldn't figure at whose voice it was. It definitely wasn't Vash's voice, but then whose was it?
The end of the day couldn't come fast enough for Sylvie. When five o'clock came around Sylvie turned off the computer and the desk lamp before swinging her bag over her shoulder and heading to punch out. Sylvie slid her card in the slot and pulled the lever. The satisfying sound of the card being punched drove all the thoughts about the mysterious voice out of her head. She replaced the card in its slot and was about to leave when her friend Michelle walked up to her.
"What happened to our lunch today?" Michelle asked.
"I'm sorry about all of that." Sylvie said. "Things cane up that couldn't wait."
"Who were those two women that you left with?" Michelle asked accusingly.
"They were friends of a friend of mine that I haven't talked to in many years." Sylvie said.
"Which friend?" Michelle asked suspiciously.
"You don't know him." Sylvie said quickly.
"Is it one of you ex-boyfriends?" Michelle teased.
"No he's not!" Sylvie said. "He's just a very old friend that I haven't seen for many years."
"Whatever, Sylvie. If he ever comes to town, I want to meet him." Michelle said.
"Sure, I'll introduce you to him." Sylvie said. "Right now I have to run home and eat some dinner. I'm starved."
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Michelle said. "Bye, Sylvie!"
"Bye, Michelle." Sylvie said before running out the door of the bank and down the street to her house. Her house was close enough to the bank that she could walk there in five minutes. It was a small house; not run-down at all. It had been furnished when Sylvie had bought it. She had decorated it in a way that would have made her step-mother proud.
She dropped her bag on a chair at the kitchen table before going over to the stove to start dinner.
While dinner was cooking on the stove, Sylvie sat at the kitchen table and started absentmindedly fingering her necklace. The necklace held a special power. She liked it for that reason. It made her feel powerful. The whispery voice began to talk again, but instead of just saying her name it spoke more.
"Sylvie, you have to help me. Listen to me. If you wish to do the right thing, help me. Save me. Bring me back to them."
Sylvie stood up, clutching the necklace in her fist at her throat. She glanced around the room. "Who are you?" She asked the empty room.
"You know who I am, Sylvie, but not by sight."
"Where are you?" Sylvie asked whirling around in a circle looking around the room.
"I am everywhere. More importantly, though, I am with you."
"The necklace." Sylvie whispered before letting it go. It dropped dully against her shirt. "I understand what you want me to do, Vash. I understand. I never forgot what you told me about it. I never have and I never will."
Sylvie remembered it like it was yesterday. Vash had asked her about her necklace, and he also told her what it really was.