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Darth Tank, I've just struggling with the mission where I need to escort him and two other buddies in the sewers, I'm surprised as I only expected him to be in Jak III, but anyway I love his voice! It's just so overthetop and characteristic! –smiley- But yes, thank you a lot!

Meowen, arigatoogozaimasu! Skulle jag bli bekymrad, we've started using four languages in our 'conversation'. –smiley II, renegade- Nej nej nej, jag talar svenska inte bra, men jag hoppas lärä sig att göra. Is it fine if I fix your grammatical errors? I'd love if you fixed mine if you found some (I´m sure you do!)… "…minä yritän sanoa…", the A in the end, and also I think "suomeksi" would be better than "suomalainen" which should be "suomalaista", anyway. And also "paremmin" is the comparative of doing something better. But hey, you do very well, Finnish grammar is outrageous! I know a woman who has studied Finnish for 12 years and still can't speak it fluently… Men hon började i gamla åren, I´m sure you will learn all these grammatic thingamajings and alakazams! Oh, I like your new habit! –smiley III- Hmm… I shan't relate Jinx to others, I guess, I'll let you keep him Torn's cousin, let's not steal your stuff. Thanks for the info anyway! –smiley X, combat smileyholism-

jaklover123, awww I made them out of character, didn't mean to. –a tear- Hmm… Well I'll find an excuse for that! –smileyholism continues- The reasons for the things will be made clear sometime. Let's see what happens for the redhead, shall he live or shall he not?...

maestro: "We bow for the ones whose helping hands guided our way like a lantern in the dark of night."

Sipuli: "Cute stuff. And yet our chainsmoker doesn't even appear in this chapter."

Da: "Oh no!"

Sipuli: "Eeeek. A panic."

Lucius: "Blaah blaah, can we get to the business? I'm in a need of a snack."

13. A Promise, A Request & The Return

The couple of next days were pretty tense. Jak hardly made any noise, he even walked more quieter than before, thus was freaking everyone out by suddenly appearing behind this and that corner. Daxter tried to cheer him up, but he seemed to be avoiding the confused rodent.

Keira on the other hand was all jittery, sometimes starting to cry or get seemingly outrageous just out of nothing. Tess tried to comfort her every time when a sudden emotion wave washed over her, but wasn't helped by the fact that she was completely out of the situation. Torn was moody and sulked, but cultivated sarcasm and jaundice a lot more than usually.

And yes, in the middle of this everything were two ottsels 'at sea', not knowing what they were supposed to do. And oh, under them was a faery who was the reason for this all that he didn't know was going on.

Jak and Torn both had also started spending time with Daxter in the Naughty Ottsel which didn't make the female faery in the house any happier. Tess was a bit distressed over her friend, who spent most of her time keeping an eye on Erol. Whenever she came back, she was either screaming of wrath and/or frustration, breaking down in tears and rushing to her garden or bathroom, or then colder than a Metal Head on a snowy day. She was also having headache or sudden attacks of nausea.

"Girl", the female ottsel was sitting on the washing machine while the green-haired faery was ejecting the contents of her stomach through the mouth – and cursing between every mouthful.

"What, Tess? Fuck I hate this shit – MARDAMN!" and there she went again.

Tess waited for another moment of peace and continued: "don't you just happen to be pregnant?"

"WHAT?" Keira shrieked and was forced to continue the process, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, it's just that you have had these little ill moments and you've eaten a lot more than usually –"

"Thanks a lot, does it show?"

"No, of course not, but I've just noticed it… And your emotional range has been in a very variable use these last three days and also… You've spent a lot time with Erol."

"WHAT?" Keira lay back at the bathroom wall which was made out of opal-glass bricks, "are you expecting me to have baby for Erol?"

"No, not for Erol, I don't honestly expect you to become pregnant in three days or at least feel the effects of it although it is Lisha, but I was just thinking that maybe you were looking for some… hmm… let's say, male-aspect."

"Are you hinting that I'm searching comfort out of Erol? I'm sorry but that just makes me –" she swiftly returned to the bowl.

"Well, maybe. Don't be offended, please, I didn't mean it like that, sister. I'm just so worried about this situation here!"

"How come?"

"Well, just in three days you three have become wholly dif'rent persons!"

"Shit happens."

"I guess it must be because of Erol, right?"

"Actually, no", Keira sat back again, "you can keep a secret right?"

"Is Haven gray?" Tess pressed her furry hands together so that they pointed downwards, in a Havenic way, "whatever you shall tell, I shan't tell whoever."

"I thought so, too", she looked around her and continued whispering, "I've had… some sort of… strange feelings lately."

"You've got mixed emotions?" Tess whispered, too, "well honey, that shows."

"No, not emotions… Feelings! Well, like visions combined with – what's the word again? – somatic sensations. Like… Visions, or something."

"With somaesthesia, huh? You… see things and feel things? Is this a new thing?"

"Well, not really, I mean… I've had them I guess always. Usually when I was half-asleep or drunken and so on and very sparingly so I've thought that they are just well…" Keira settled into a more relaxed position, "things everyone has but no-one talks about or just that I… flicker between the sleep and awareness."

"That's pretty interesting. And I suppose that now you've gotten more of them?"

"Yeah, exactly and they are a lot stronger and they make me sick or my head hurt or my heart race and so on."

"So, are you saying that ev'ry time you puke there's a – vision? – behind it?"

"No, I can feel sick without them, too. I think too much these days and so. But they can make me feel so ill just when I have felt very healthy."

"Can they, visions, make you feel good, then? At least my – let's call them, too – visions can make me feel very good if Daxy is too busy –"

"Well, the visions themselves can have some nice glow or nice atmosphere within", Keira cut in, "I guess the illness is an after effect."

"How are your visions then? Like, explain them in a detailed way."

"Well", Keira stared at the light turquoise shower curtain, "I close my eyes or blink them and when I open them I'm in a completely dif'rent place and feel if the place is colder or warmer, and the place might remind me of something I don't remember or then make me feel frightened or happy or something, but of course I blink my eyes out of surprise and it's gone and I'm here again."

"Wow, that's scary", Tess had a twisted smile on her face, "and pretty cool. Where have you been with your visions?"

"Well, it happens so fast that I only remember colours, glows, some shapes, glimmers et cetera. I don't have time to analyse what I see."

"Oh, well try to keep your eyes open next time, maybe it will be some help. Could you think Erol could be behind this?"

"No, they started getting stronger earlier – even before Jak returned, actually after father had died -" her voice was quiet and quite fragile.

"Maybe his powers moved into you! What about that?"

"No, Tess", Keira smirked, "a good idea, but sagery ain't hereditary… I'm feeling pretty well now, shall we leave this specific room?"

The day went on. Keira lay in the garden, absent-mindedly flipping through a few magazines. Erol was probably been watched over by Torn or then maybe Tess, and Daxter and Jak were already in the Ottsel, although it hadn't even opened.

"Erm… Hi."

The surprised faery let out a sharp scream and bounced to her feet: "Torn! Mar dammit, I've already a headache… Lurker-in-a-boat, promise me you won't do that again."

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to surprise you."

"You could have made some noise when you came!"

"In my opinion I did… I didn't notice you at first, I guess you were in your thoughts, too."

"Thanks. I know I'm a greenie, but I've never been told that I look like a shrub."

"No no, you don't look like a shrub –"

"Yeah, I got it, Torn."

"Alright then."

"Who's watching over Erol?"

"Tess."

"All right… You know, I was thinking…"

"What?"

"Well, I need to ask you a question and I wish you won't tell a soul about it."

"Fine, I promise. Please go on."

"Well, can Jak turn invisible?"

"Invisible? Jak?"

"I mean Dark Jak. Or Light Jak. Can they turn invisible?"

Torn thought of it for a moment and rubbed his chin: "I think I've heard something about it, like that Jak has had some problems turning invisible or then it was Jinx who had some problems with being invincible or other stuff like that, just a minor mem'ry… It was around the time when he got back to Haven."

"That ain't faraway."

"I mean after he'd been exiled."

"Oh then…" Keira thought for a second, too, "d'you think that Daxter might know something about it?"

"Well, I'd suppose so."

"I've got an idea."

"And?"

"I think that you should ask Dax about him."

"Why me?"

"Well, if I ask it, it would seem a little bizarre and leery, wouldn't it?"

"How come?"

"You see, I'm not supposed to be interested of Jak at all right now."

"Are you interested of him?" Torn's eyebrows flew halfway up his forehead.

"I'm not. At all, expect this. I need to know can he turn invisible!"

"Oh. Why do you need to know that?" Torn sat on the edge of the fountain, whose centre statue was an ottsel (or should it be said 'precursor'?) reaching for the sky, "where've you gotten this crazy idea?"

"Uhm I just…", Keira tried to think for an explanation, but failed to find an usable white lie, so she just kept her mouth shut and stared at her toes that had grass between them.

"You don't wanna answer?"

"I've just got a feeling, and I've been around some things, but I don't want to sue anyone for nothing, even if it's Jak."

"Fine, as you wish."

"Thanks, Torn! I knew I could trust you!" she rouse up and made movements towards the slide doors, "I'm sorry, I feel a little sick now…"

"You want me to ask Daxter?" Torn yelled as Keira turned her back and ran.

"Yeah you got it!"

"You're welcome", he muttered, "wohoo, where have I stuck my nose into again...?"

When Erol woke up, he found himself alone. The reason was as simple as a misunderstanding (which of course later would lead into an I-thought-it-was-you-nonono-don't-go-sayin'-it-was-me –wrangle), but the prisoner didn't know it. He found it very strange, considered that everything that had already happened was only dream and then thought that perhaps this everything was just a dream or then the hell because there was certainly no chains and pill feeding in the heaven, or at least in the heaven he thought the heaven was although he had always thought he didn't believe in heaven and hell, and so on. He got into all this philosophical crap with theories, peripatetics, arguments, synderesis and other otiose hard-to-spell words. Who am I, why am I, am I? Et cetera.

To cut this short, Erol's mind was being overactive.

Not only had it just been formed out of a brand new mixture of a soul and a body, but it hadn't yet realised that thinking would be a good idea. Hitherto the redhead had spent time thinking of "why am I here?", "what time is it?", "does the purple pill taste as bad as the turquoise flake?" and "how to tell Torn I know nothing so that he believes and doesn't punch me?" among other things, but now he started thinking why he was.

And to his horror, he didn't find an answer. He should be six feet under. He knew nothing, although the another redhead in the house didn't quite believe it. Keira had asked Erol who put the remo into his head, although she still found the story fishy. He didn't know. Torn had asked Erol why he was here. Well, he didn't know. Tess hadn't asked anything, only sat there outside the bars reading a magazine and giving him a suspicious look if he made a sound or moved. He didn't know how long he had been in the jail, didn't know how long he had slept, didn't know anything about time – and that frustrated him! Damn it, his life had been scheduled since he was eleven, he was learnt to exploit the at first scarcely given spare time as well as possible. And fast had always been a part of his life. Fast and the first. Now how could he be fast when he couldn't count the time reliably?

Although he didn't realise it, he was becoming his normal self, again; cool, confident and conceited. He was becoming angry again, frustrated again. Although he was in chains, eating colourful pellets and heading slowly for a humiliating act of urination, he was beginning to feel the number two man of the city again.

When that curst fakeblonde entered the room, Erol was beginning to feel sure he wouldn't apologise anything. He was Erol, he didn't need to feel sorry.

maestro: "A dull end."

Lucius: "Agreed upon."

Da: "How cute! Now they're gonna kiss and make up!"

Sipuli: "WHAT?"

Da: "Well to me it seems like –"

Sipuli: "Hell no, this ain't OC or The Bold and the Beautiful."

Da: "Excuse me, OC is a God –"

Sipuli: "Pagan, fertilizers are a God –"

Lucius: "No no no, almond cookies are a God –"

maestro: "Ommm…"

Lucius: "Psst, hey helping hands, is Kleiver still alive?"