"What was missing Sam?"
"I don't know. We
have to go back up there."
"Sam, we are taking a break. And
besides, there was something out there!"
"Please Danny?"
"Fine Sam, fine… but in a few minutes."
"Danny!"
"Ok, Ok, we will go
now, but then, we don't go out for the rest of the day?"
"Deal."
I grabbed ahold of Sam, and went intangible, and we flew threw the dirt. Sam was looking for whatever was missing when we had gotten up there, but I was worried about the ghost that had been up here earlier. There was nothing in site, just the same old look it had been, the miserable, end of the world look. I guess it was pretty much the end of the world, even though, we were still alive. Yeah, we probably weren't supposed to be alive right now, but here we were, looking at the rubbish that we used to call home.
"Danny! I think I have figured it out!" Sam said, shattering my thoughts, and I turned to look at her right away.
"What is it? Was it actually worth me bringing us up here?"
"Danny! This isn't funny! There are no bodies!"
I looked around when she had said that, and realized, she was right. There wasn't one single person.
I remembered the night when I was flying over to Sam, there was bodies laying all over the place, but now, there was not one single body left.
"What do you think happened?" I asked Sam, looking about to make sure that we weren't seeing things.
"I have no idea. The ghosts did something to them though. Danny, what if they all didn't really die?"
"Sam, they all had died! Why wouldn't they have died? And if they didn't die, then why would they not be here?"
"NO, what I am saying, is maybe not all of them died. Maybe we aren't the only ones left on this earth. What if there are other people?"
"Sam, what the heck does that have a thing to do with the bodies?"
"Well, when you were coming to my house, there was a lot of people still alive, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, they all ended up gone by morning. Doesn't that seem odd?"
"I guess so. But the ghosts could have killed them off fast."
"Why wouldn't they have done that in the first place? This war has been going on for a couple of weeks. They could have killed them all off that fast in the first place."
"I don't know Sam,
but I don't want to stay out here. I am tired, and I don't want
to look at my house ruined anymore."
We went back down to our
hideout, and I pushed the button to go into the bedroom, where I
plopped down on the bed. Sam sat out in the living room, and left me
alone. I sat there, thinking about Jazz, and my parents. Jazz
screaming into the phone. It was a horrible sound to hear, knowing
that my sister was never going to live again. The screaming was going
to stay in my head forever, and knowing that she had been worrying
about me when it had happened made me feel even worse.
"Danny are you Ok?" I heard Sam say, and then I realized she was standing in the doorway. She walked over to me, and sat down on the bed beside me.
"Yeah, I am fine. Just tired."
"Danny, what is on your mind?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, Ok. You wanna come out with us?"
"No, I am fine in here. I just want to sleep for a little, if you don't mind."
"No, you sleep, I will be out here, if you want to come out."
Sam got up and left, and I pushed the other button to close the door, and it left me shrouded in the darkness of the room. I couldn't fall asleep, because the thoughts of my family dying were bothering me. Thinking of the fact that my mom, dad and Jazz were all gone, and never going to return made it hard to fall asleep. Soon though, I fell asleep, probably from being so tired, and I woke up, and the door was wide opened. I looked out into the other room, and didn't see Sam, so I hoped out of bed, and raced to go find her.
"Sam, you scared me," I told her, when I realized, she was beside the bed, laying on the floor.
"I am sorry."
"Why are you on the floor?"
"Because, I couldn't fall asleep on the couch, so I went onto the floor, where I could sprawl out more."
"You know, You could have slept in the bed too. It is a king size anyway."
Sam looked at me, but didn't say anything, then she rolled over on her side, facing away from me.
"What?"
"Nothing," she replied.
I just left her behind, and went into the other room, where Chelsea was awake, and looking at me.
"You bored?"
She just nodded her head up and down, and never said anything.
"Is there anything you want to do?"
"I want to go home."
"Chelsea, you can't go home, I am sorry."
She just looked at me, and then turned away.
"Ok, turn away just like Sam did. Jeeze, why am I stuck here with two girls?"
"What are you saying?" Sam asked, and I jumped, not realizing she had gotten up.
"Did I scare you?" She asked, while stretching.
"No, nothing scares me," I joked around.
"So, you aren't going to be all depressed today?" She asked me.
"No, since when have I been depressed?"
"You were yesterday, and don't even try to act like you weren't."
"What makes you think that?"
"You weren't acting like yourself!"
"Oh, yeah. When do I act like myself?"
"Trust me, that
wasn't even close to acting like yourself!"
"Ok, I believe
ya. You want to go outside with me today?"
"Oh, so now you want to go out?"
"Yeah, I want to see what is going on."
Sam nodded, and then walked over to the fridge, and grabbed out some milk, and poured it into a glass that was laying around.
"Only one glass," she told me.
"Fine by me."
She drank out of the cup, and handed it to me, and I did the same. It felt good on my throat since I hadn't drank, or ate anything for the past 3 days. I ended up finishing off the whole rest of the glass, and then realized what I had done.
"You thirsty?" Sam asked me, as she took the glass from me, and filled it again.
"Yeah, it has been a while," I admitted, realizing that I hadn't been eating or drinking right for a while.
"Here," she said, handing me the glass.
"No, I don't want to drink all of it."
"Danny, you need to drink it. How long has it been?"
"Three days. I am fine though."
"Ok, if you insist."
I knew she was trying to get me to drink, but I didn't anyhow. Yeah, I know, I should have, but of course, I was going to try and act tough around her.
Sam drank half the glass, and handed it to me.
"I told you, I didn't need anymore."
"Just drink it tough guy," she laughed, and shoved the glass into my hands. I blushed, and drank it down, realizing that it wasn't that hard to realize what I was doing.
"Ok, you ready to go?" I asked her.
"Yeah, whenever you are."
