So you like the last chapter? Me hope so! Cause this one is going to be a bit short. And I'm giving you a bit of a reminder of where we left off, so don't flip out.
Tony sat on the morning bus only half awake. He was thinking about Friday. The Incredibles had really saved Violet's and his skins. Not that Violet hadn't had her own share of glory. After all, she'd taken that hit to the arm helping him out of the theater, didn't she? He'd have to thank her for that, he guessed. Tony felt a little guilty over how the date had turned out, but at least no one got hurt, right? Gosh, how he wished he could sleep in another hour.
The bus turned the corner to where the last stop before the high school was. It was a house across the street from the movie theater. Tony looked across the bus out the opposite window of his own at the yet-to-be-cleaned-of-debris lot. Deciding he'd rather not look, he looked back out his window, where some debris lay strewn across the sidewalks.
But something here caught his eye. He looked closer. Glass, shattered. A small boulder of theater building lay not far from the sidewalk in a grass lot, and in line with it was shattered glass. When his eye followed the line of the glass, it came to the broken and bent frame of a phone booth. He looked at the phone, still whole and unharmed.
The phone! An image, a memory, an impossible memory flashed through Tony's skull. Violet shoving him into a phone booth, then shoving him back out as a boulder flew into the glass box.
Tony placed his fingertips to his temple. No, it wasn't possible. He and Violet weren't anywhere near a phone booth when the theater was attacked.
Another impossible flashed through his head. A huge drill coming through the theater. A car-sized robot shaped like a rat coming towards them. Violet helping him into the projector room above the theater.
Tony wiped his face with his entire hand, trying to make sense of it all. But they weren't in the theater room that had been attacked, it had been the next one over! They hadn't been in any projector room!
The door was locked, they were trapped in the room. Violet broke the window and they jumped.
It wasn't possible! Tony was holding his head with both hands now.
Debris boulders showering over them. Tons of Robot Rats. The 'Mole.' The phone booth. Asking for his cell phone. The Incredicar. Frozone. Picking up Rapid Fire, no, Dash from those woods. Elastigirl threatening to ground Vi. Violet raising a forcefield to protect them from a boulder. Twice. Violet putting on a mask and revealing her Incredible uniform.
Tony gasped for breath. It… it wasn't possible. No, no that other memory of the evening, that's what was wrong.
'So I'm not going to remember any of this?'
'No…'
The bus started up again, headed to the high school. Tony laid his head back and closed his eyes as the truth played back in his mind. The jerk of the bus stopping in front of the school brought him back to the rest of the world.
What was he supposed to do now? He knew he wasn't supposed to remember. That he was protected by law by that lack of memory. That the Incredibles depended on it, as did Frozone. But he couldn't just fake it with that load of baloney they gave him as replacement memories. But if Vi and her family had managed to 'live a lie' for fifteen years, couldn't he do this for them?
As Tony stepped off the bus and began to walk to the doors, he saw Violet get out of another rental car from the corner of his eye.
"Oh boy."
Ta daa! Houston, we have a problem! You know, nothing big. We just lost the space shuttle is all. Okay, random thing there.
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