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Afterlife? No: -Aftershock!
Chapter Four
Now that his hands were freed from the bed, Boromir could stand up and look down at himself. He got uncomfortable, when he realised that he didn't wear his own clothes but some sort of long white shirt and also was stripped of all of his weapons.
He frowned. "Reginald Cooper, I cannot seem to find my belongings. I would be pleased to have them back again."
Reginald Cooper seemed a bit taken aback. "Surely you don't want that sword! Such things can be dangerous, you know!"
Boromirs' expression grew grim. "Only in the hands of such who cannot wield it."
Cooper looked at him strangely. "You know, when you speak like that, I wonder if it was a good idea to cut you loose. I really think that you should try to distance yourself from that role you are undoubtedly rehearsing for. I wouldn't like you to get into an identity crisis."
Cooper was right in some way. Boromir was having the beginnings of some identity crisis.
Was he really Boromir, son of Denethor, brother of Faramir? Or was he some lunatic?
If he wasn't Boromir, why did he think he was?
And if he was Boromir, then what had happened to him? Who exactly had caused him arrive in his new surroundings? Was it possible for him to return to Middle Earth?
Whoever he was, he had to make sure this man Reginald Cooper didn't find out that he thought he was the WARRIOR Boromir. It seemed, that being a warrior was rated as a state of mental instability in this place.
"Forget about your various weapons for a while, will you?" Cooper was now saying. "Follow me outside, instead. I'll show you the other rooms."
They went through a white door into a white corridor full of people in light blue clothing or in white shirts similar to the one Boromir wore.
There was a lot of bustling about and there seemed to be a queer kind of bird about, that peeped every now and then in a very insistent way. Boromir turned, when one of these birds peeped on his left, where Cooper was walking.
Astonished, he saw Cooper lift a small black and square device to his eyes. "Ah, bad, bad." He heard the man mutter. The bird inside the black cage must have given him some disquieting information.
Cooper turned to Boromir. "I'm sorry, Boromir, I have to go now. We've got an emergency. Go over to the waiting room over there, please. I'll be back in half an hour or so."
Then he hurried off at great speed, leaving Boromir to himself.
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Afterlife? No: -Aftershock!
Chapter Four
Now that his hands were freed from the bed, Boromir could stand up and look down at himself. He got uncomfortable, when he realised that he didn't wear his own clothes but some sort of long white shirt and also was stripped of all of his weapons.
He frowned. "Reginald Cooper, I cannot seem to find my belongings. I would be pleased to have them back again."
Reginald Cooper seemed a bit taken aback. "Surely you don't want that sword! Such things can be dangerous, you know!"
Boromirs' expression grew grim. "Only in the hands of such who cannot wield it."
Cooper looked at him strangely. "You know, when you speak like that, I wonder if it was a good idea to cut you loose. I really think that you should try to distance yourself from that role you are undoubtedly rehearsing for. I wouldn't like you to get into an identity crisis."
Cooper was right in some way. Boromir was having the beginnings of some identity crisis.
Was he really Boromir, son of Denethor, brother of Faramir? Or was he some lunatic?
If he wasn't Boromir, why did he think he was?
And if he was Boromir, then what had happened to him? Who exactly had caused him arrive in his new surroundings? Was it possible for him to return to Middle Earth?
Whoever he was, he had to make sure this man Reginald Cooper didn't find out that he thought he was the WARRIOR Boromir. It seemed, that being a warrior was rated as a state of mental instability in this place.
"Forget about your various weapons for a while, will you?" Cooper was now saying. "Follow me outside, instead. I'll show you the other rooms."
They went through a white door into a white corridor full of people in light blue clothing or in white shirts similar to the one Boromir wore.
There was a lot of bustling about and there seemed to be a queer kind of bird about, that peeped every now and then in a very insistent way. Boromir turned, when one of these birds peeped on his left, where Cooper was walking.
Astonished, he saw Cooper lift a small black and square device to his eyes. "Ah, bad, bad." He heard the man mutter. The bird inside the black cage must have given him some disquieting information.
Cooper turned to Boromir. "I'm sorry, Boromir, I have to go now. We've got an emergency. Go over to the waiting room over there, please. I'll be back in half an hour or so."
Then he hurried off at great speed, leaving Boromir to himself.
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