Author's note: Wow, this is the fastest I have ever updated. Is that a good
sign? Although I fear it is just a one-time-experience. Oh, but it might
have something to do with wanting to reach my personal reviewer-record.
Hey, it is (I hope) not because of my bad writing, but because of my
tendency to write extremely short and one-parters. And to have friends who
read but don't review! Okay, now on with the show!
There was three of them now. And Momo was no more alone. She was glad about that fact. It was something she had not expected – companionship. When David (David – where was he?) had told her what her duty here was, she had found after only an instant, that it was a task she would have to fulfil alone. Never had it crossed her mind, that there could be others here, who would be able and would want to help her. And who unconsciously were good at it too.
What a strange group of travellers they were: a tall blonde woman who was friendly helpful and kind; a shorter raven-haired and eyed man with a penetrating voice and an upper-class- demeanour; and a little girl with black curly hair, peeking around the Realm with curious and wise eyes. David almost would have laughed at the sight, hadn't it all happened in a place were laughter was as wrong as kangaroos in Alaska. He watched the threesome in a small, round crystal ball. It permitted him to watch every person in the Realm, but only one at a time, if he asked for it. He did not use the crystal ball very often, for in his opinion it ruined the privacy (as much privacy as one could have or want here) of the souls. Only when he heard sounds that showed him that his presence as the keeper was needed. Like now, when he listened to the voices of two very different men arguing in a most disturbing manner. "Oh, not again", he groaned. before heading off towards the two debaters. At this point it has to be said, that even though most of the souls wandered around restlessly on their own, they sometimes met. But instead of talking, sharing companionship and enjoying each others presence, they start arguing and even fighting at times. Being the keeper of the realm wasn't that nice a position.
"What do the people stranded here do with their time?" – "They wander around. Never Stop. Never sit or lay down. Nothing there to eat or drink. No reason to sleep. If they meet they are rude and impolite,..." "That is not true" Susanne interrupted the count "not all of them are like this. Some are just afraid and lost. Like the children. They like talking to others, even need it. Take Mary for example. If she was saved, why can't others?" – "Most of them do not believed they are salvageable, or they do not want to be. Especially the people in our age. I agree with you, Susanne, that with the children it is easier. But I do not believe that the grown-ups can return to the living!" – "And why not? Not all of them are the same. They are many different individuals. And by the way, you are now able to leave at any time, aren't you?" - "Mmmh, ...I am. But think about it, how many of them got people who would actually go that far just looking for them. If they had, why would they be here anyway?" – "Why were you here?" – "Could we just let this discussion take an a little less personal direction. Thank you." – "I'm sorry. I just meant that we could save so many of them, if we managed to bring along relatives, friends,...just people who care and can reach the lost person. "– "And how do we get them to come here?" – "We somehow have to let them know that their beloved is here and tell them how they can get here. In a letter maybe." – "Right. We send them letters. Dear Sir or Madam, your darling is here and if you want to save him, just visit us in the realm. Sincerely your soulsavers." - Susanne looked a bit hurt after that comment. But she knew him long enough to not be offended by his sarcasm. "Don't be so pessimistic. It could work. You have already proved that you are quite good as a "soulsaver"".
Momo wondered how they ever could have managed to maintain a friendship and even fall in love with each other if they went on like that all the time. She now knew that just asking them a single question could turn out to be a heated discussion in the long run. But in her opinion, Susanne`s idea was a good one. Who else could save a lost soul better than a beloved?
"I can really understand that Valjean. If you were after me for forty-some years I would still be running as fast as I could too." "Do not insult me. I am an officer of the law and I can arrest you, Monsieur." "Could you? I don't think so. There is no law here. Say, Inspector Javert, have you ever, in your long and glorious career, been poisoned? Felt the burning sensation of hot flickering flames on you tongue and a volcanic eruption running down your throat and finally when you are choking, and choking, trying to..." "I think that is quite enough, Mr Snape. Monsieur Javert surely got the idea of how it feels to be poisoned now. No need to try in reality. "How come a boy like yourself thinks he can just order men with more experience around like old and crooked witches." "And how come a professional and equally experienced murderer ends up here because of a guilty conscience, Mr Snape?" "Insufferable brat" he murmured before turning around and walking away swiftly with a dramatic billowing of black robes. Then David turned to the waiting Inspector. "This place is sad and hateful enough without your arguments. I know it will be said in vain, but please, just try not to run into Mr Snape again. He does not do well with being asked for the 101st time if he has seen a Jean Valjean. Most don't. Please, sit down. I wanted to have a talk with you anyway." And surprisingly enough the Inspector stiffly took his seat as the young Mr Copperfield turned towards him.
Disclaimer: Again no new souls lost. At least not which we have seen. There are still many of them out there. Still lost and not found by our travellers. So anyway (I do tend to say that word quite often don't I?), I owe no single person of the realm. I wish I did.
There was three of them now. And Momo was no more alone. She was glad about that fact. It was something she had not expected – companionship. When David (David – where was he?) had told her what her duty here was, she had found after only an instant, that it was a task she would have to fulfil alone. Never had it crossed her mind, that there could be others here, who would be able and would want to help her. And who unconsciously were good at it too.
What a strange group of travellers they were: a tall blonde woman who was friendly helpful and kind; a shorter raven-haired and eyed man with a penetrating voice and an upper-class- demeanour; and a little girl with black curly hair, peeking around the Realm with curious and wise eyes. David almost would have laughed at the sight, hadn't it all happened in a place were laughter was as wrong as kangaroos in Alaska. He watched the threesome in a small, round crystal ball. It permitted him to watch every person in the Realm, but only one at a time, if he asked for it. He did not use the crystal ball very often, for in his opinion it ruined the privacy (as much privacy as one could have or want here) of the souls. Only when he heard sounds that showed him that his presence as the keeper was needed. Like now, when he listened to the voices of two very different men arguing in a most disturbing manner. "Oh, not again", he groaned. before heading off towards the two debaters. At this point it has to be said, that even though most of the souls wandered around restlessly on their own, they sometimes met. But instead of talking, sharing companionship and enjoying each others presence, they start arguing and even fighting at times. Being the keeper of the realm wasn't that nice a position.
"What do the people stranded here do with their time?" – "They wander around. Never Stop. Never sit or lay down. Nothing there to eat or drink. No reason to sleep. If they meet they are rude and impolite,..." "That is not true" Susanne interrupted the count "not all of them are like this. Some are just afraid and lost. Like the children. They like talking to others, even need it. Take Mary for example. If she was saved, why can't others?" – "Most of them do not believed they are salvageable, or they do not want to be. Especially the people in our age. I agree with you, Susanne, that with the children it is easier. But I do not believe that the grown-ups can return to the living!" – "And why not? Not all of them are the same. They are many different individuals. And by the way, you are now able to leave at any time, aren't you?" - "Mmmh, ...I am. But think about it, how many of them got people who would actually go that far just looking for them. If they had, why would they be here anyway?" – "Why were you here?" – "Could we just let this discussion take an a little less personal direction. Thank you." – "I'm sorry. I just meant that we could save so many of them, if we managed to bring along relatives, friends,...just people who care and can reach the lost person. "– "And how do we get them to come here?" – "We somehow have to let them know that their beloved is here and tell them how they can get here. In a letter maybe." – "Right. We send them letters. Dear Sir or Madam, your darling is here and if you want to save him, just visit us in the realm. Sincerely your soulsavers." - Susanne looked a bit hurt after that comment. But she knew him long enough to not be offended by his sarcasm. "Don't be so pessimistic. It could work. You have already proved that you are quite good as a "soulsaver"".
Momo wondered how they ever could have managed to maintain a friendship and even fall in love with each other if they went on like that all the time. She now knew that just asking them a single question could turn out to be a heated discussion in the long run. But in her opinion, Susanne`s idea was a good one. Who else could save a lost soul better than a beloved?
"I can really understand that Valjean. If you were after me for forty-some years I would still be running as fast as I could too." "Do not insult me. I am an officer of the law and I can arrest you, Monsieur." "Could you? I don't think so. There is no law here. Say, Inspector Javert, have you ever, in your long and glorious career, been poisoned? Felt the burning sensation of hot flickering flames on you tongue and a volcanic eruption running down your throat and finally when you are choking, and choking, trying to..." "I think that is quite enough, Mr Snape. Monsieur Javert surely got the idea of how it feels to be poisoned now. No need to try in reality. "How come a boy like yourself thinks he can just order men with more experience around like old and crooked witches." "And how come a professional and equally experienced murderer ends up here because of a guilty conscience, Mr Snape?" "Insufferable brat" he murmured before turning around and walking away swiftly with a dramatic billowing of black robes. Then David turned to the waiting Inspector. "This place is sad and hateful enough without your arguments. I know it will be said in vain, but please, just try not to run into Mr Snape again. He does not do well with being asked for the 101st time if he has seen a Jean Valjean. Most don't. Please, sit down. I wanted to have a talk with you anyway." And surprisingly enough the Inspector stiffly took his seat as the young Mr Copperfield turned towards him.
Disclaimer: Again no new souls lost. At least not which we have seen. There are still many of them out there. Still lost and not found by our travellers. So anyway (I do tend to say that word quite often don't I?), I owe no single person of the realm. I wish I did.