As Far As I Can

Welcome back, guys! Anyway, you guys, this is probably going to be the last memory I took from an episode, all right? Originality is on the way! I'm glad you guys like it. You know who you are… **Don't freak the readers out, Phebga.** I'll do what I please!

Disclaimer: Okay, Professor, what do you see? You see me with Voldemort in front of what building? The… PBS station? What am I going to get from them? Oh… oh, no, this is horrible! Perfect! Who wants to own genetically mutated, alienist beings with funky things shooting from their head and no vocabulary skills? Everyone will be running from them trying not to get the Television Tummy disease! Teletubbies? Wait… hey… ~evil grin~ Oh, Voldie? Snuffles? Want to have some fun?

Chapter Two

"I realize that factor, Mr. Simmons," said Dr. Bliss, "but I'm looking at the fact that they are probably going to be incredibly personal to your students, and then the fact that it's a school assignment…"

~*~

Arnold was sitting at his computer desk with Microsoft Word open, but with nothing but blank white on it. He was tapping his fingers on his desk impatiently.

"Think," he said to himself. "Come on, think."

He knew what his first memory was, but it was so long ago… he'd had so many recent jolts that kicked the memories up, but now, when he absolutely had to recall them, all he could get was a blurry picture. There was no way he could remember enough to make a suitable essay on it.

Easy jazz played in the background. He had scribbled down a few details, but it was far the writing process.

The radio started to play a slower jazz song. Arnold was leaning over his desk, whispering to himself to get his mind going. He didn't realize that his head was drifting lower and his eyes were drooping…

~*~

It was dark. It was green. There was dim light coming down from in between the trees. His hands and knees were being lightly poked by braches and brush.

He reached a tall wall made of even thicker trees. He leaned back and sat on his bottom, looking up.

Something hissed, and he looked around. A long, green and red thing came out with no legs. The boy laughed when he saw the animal reach his head up and look at him. It was funny; this no-legged animal was standing up in front of him! He giggled again.

He heard other noises behind him, but they were faint, and the animal was just too funny. Then, all of a sudden, it went back down. He patted his knees, and suddenly, he felt hands around his belly. He was picked up. He turned around and saw a man with messy blond hair and blue eyes. He turned around and the animal was gone.

He heard his mom and dad talk, and then they went back inside of their cabin. They seemed sad, but he was sad that the weird creature was gone.

The next day, his mom and dad were seen talking with their friend. Later, he saw them putting things from their home into big bags and suitcases. The next day, he sat on the big bed that he shared with the two other people. He watched, curiously, as they placed many glass objects into cases, clothing into suitcases, and any other items. They still looked sad.

His father sat down on the bed and sighed. Arnold crawled over to him and sat in his lap, wanting to make him un-sad. His dad looked down at him and smiled a little bit. "Hey, fellow," he said. "Are you ready to go and see your grandma and grandpa?"

He smiled and hugged his dad's big arm. His mom sat down next to them and placed her hand gently on his dad's shoulder. "We better get going," she said. "We have a long way to go to get to the airport."

"Yeah," said his dad, picking him up and handing him to his mom. He picked up a suitcase and walked to the front of the small cabin-like structure. "We don't want to be late."

A Hispanic man walked in with a large hat in his hands. He placed it on his chest and sighed. "It has been wonderful," he said solemnly, "to have you two as a friend. I will miss you terribly."

His dad smiled and patted the man on the back. "So will we, Eduardo. You know that we had no choice."

"Yes, I know," he agreed. "And the reason was quite a good one." He looked at the baby boy and ruffled his hair. "The miracle baby, huh?"

"Yeah," said his mom. "And now his gets to meet his grandma and grandpa, don't you, Arnold?" she asked, kissing his nose. He giggled.

There was a long silence. Arnold didn't like it, so he reached up and grabbed his mother's hat. They all laughed with him as he put it on his head (or tried to). Then they sighed and looked sad again.

"Well," said his mom, "I guess we have to say goodbye now."

"Yep," said his dad. "I'm really going to miss tripping over the tree roots, but it'll save me a lot of worry." He picked up the suitcases again and piled them onto the small wooden trailer. A small piglet came running up to them, oinking like crazy. Arnold looked at him and giggled again at his pet. "Oh, can't forget you, can we Abner?" his dad said. He heaved him onto the trailer, too.

His mother handed him to his father and walked over. She kissed Eduardo on the cheek. "We will see you again, Eduardo," she said. Then, she got up on the trailer and the started to pull onto the road.

Arnold looked back at his little cabin, wondering why they were going away. He reached out to try to get it, but his father pulled him back. He made a little wave with his hand and curled into his arms.

~*~

Arnold gasped as he woke up. He looked around to find that it was, in fact, still nighttime. His eyes wandered to the clock. He had been asleep for only forty-five minutes.

It was then that he realized that he held a notepad and pencil in his hand. He read it quickly and found that somehow, miraculously, he had written his dream down almost word for word. His eyes widened as he saw it all, as though he were living it at that moment. How something that happened when he was one come back in such a vivid dream blew him away.

But, then again, he had something to write, and it wasn't as personal as his original idea, so maybe if he tweaked it ever so slightly…

He pulled up to his computer again and began to type out his dream as fast as he could before it drifted away.

~*~

"… It may imply some pressure on your student."

"I gave them assignments of this nature all the time, Doctor Bliss. It's only now that I've asked them to look deeper inside themselves."

Dr. Bliss. Placed her hand daintily on her cheek. She was still worried. She knew there was nothing wrong with the assignment, she just had a premonition that the students felt that this was different than their average assignments.

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