"I don't know who you are or what the hell you want but I do know that I want you to get the hell out of my TV!" Robyn shouted finally.
The Robyn on the TV shook her head, "I can't do that. You know very well who I am, I'm you."
"You're not me! I'm me!"
"Look, in case you hadn't noticed we are the same person and I need your help."
"How can I help you? You're a stupid floating head."
"And you're a stupid air headed bitch that looks like someone punched you in the face with iron lined boxing gloves. Now we're done trading insults will you listen to me?"
A little disconcerted the Robyn sitting on the bed nodded.
"Good," The TV Robyn began, "This might sound strange, no, it will sound strange but bear with me. As hard as it might be for you to understand there is something you should know."
"What's that?"
"You don't exist. None of this is real."
"Wait a minute, back up. I don't exist? Of course I exist. You're the one that doesn't exist."
"In forty eight hours neither of us will exist if you don't shut up and listen to me! I really had no idea that I could be so annoying."
"Speak for yourself. You're not exactly easy on my patience either. Wait, I'm having a debate with myself. What the hell is going on here?"
With an exasperated sigh the TV Robyn decided to change tack, "Feel the back of your head."
"What? Why?"
"Just do it."
Reluctantly Robyn felt the back of her head. She drew her hand back in surprise when she felt it was wet and looked at it. Her fingers were stained with blood, fresh blood. In a near panic she ran over to her mirror to see where it was coming from. She tried to no avail to see where it was coming from. She was at the wrong angle and her hair was too thick. Shocked into submission she walked back over to her bed and sat down, looking at the TV she waited for the other Robyn to talk to her once more.
Satisfied that she would be listened to the TV Robyn spoke, "We, or should I say our body, had an operation. We're in a coma and this is the coma. I don't know how this happened or who formulated this but what I do know is that in forty eight hours they are going to turn off our life support machine."
"What happens then?"
"If we don't get back to our body before then we die. We are both creations of the mind; the mind cannot survive without the body. Getting back to our body is the only way to ensure our survival. Because I'm the one without a body you'll have to do all the legwork, wherever you go I will follow because I'm part of you and I will try to help you wherever possible."
"Fair enough but if we don't exist what does it matter if we die?"
"It matters to these three people."
The TV Robyn's image was replaced by those of three people two of which the Robyn on the bed recognised. One was her uncle the other her father. Both looked different from how she knew them. Her uncle was thinner for a start. He didn't boast a beer gut and his cheeks were a lot slacker. In this prime physical condition she thought he looked rather handsome. A far cry from the greasy, junk food swilling pig that she knew and despised.
Her father looked older and a little worn around the edges. On his cheek were four faint scars as if he'd been scratched badly by someone. The longer she looked at him the more she missed him. She hadn't seen him for a long time and even though he hadn't been the best father in the world he had been hers. Turning her face away she became angry at herself for being as weak as her mother. It wasn't right.
Looking again at the screen she tried to recognise the man in the middle of the two she knew. She felt that she should know him but when she tried to remember him nothing happened. After a few more minutes she gave in with trying to identify him and the other Robyn appeared back on the screen.
"Who was that guy in the middle? He looked quite the stud muffin."
"My fiancé. If we don't survive none of those three men will either. Each one of them will die as a direct result of our deaths. Not all at the same time but it will happen. There are three lives at risk here and those are three lives we have to save. Will you help me or should we just sit back and wait to die?"
"I'll help you. It appears that I don't really have much other choice and our body probably won't be too happy if we don't try. Speaking of our body, where is it?"
"Greentown Hospital. I don't know what ward yet; we'll have to play it by ear."
"Ok. If I'm going to walk to Greentown I'll need to take some supplies. You do what you need to do and I'll get started."
"See you on the other side." The TV Robyn said before disappearing.
Robyn sat for a while trying to put everything in her head in order. Coming to terms with the fact that she didn't exist was a hard thing to do, something that no one ever had to do. She began to think that if she had memories then she had to exist and that this was all a trick but when she tried to think back all she could remember was what had happened so far today. She knew her father had abandoned her, her mother and Cain but she couldn't remember it happening. She knew about 'pie day' but couldn't remember having ever delivered one before even though she knew about dropping the pie on the doorstep.
Even more disconcerted than she had been before she decided it was time to move. Someone needed her help and her sitting on her bed wasting time wasn't helping them. Getting up she walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a backpack, it would do for the long journey ahead.
She had no idea how she'd walk to Greentown in two days. She'd never walked it before and didn't have much of an idea about where she was going. She knew it was over the mountains past Crazytown but beyond that she had no idea. An added difficulty to this little mission was having to find her body. This would be no easy feat in itself and she hadn't needed to be told that she couldn't be seen.
Looking around before leaving her room she walked downstairs into the kitchen. Her mother obviously hadn't stopped crying yet as the housework hadn't been done. Taking some drinks from the fridge she loaded them in her bag before throwing in some food. This done she left the house. There was nothing more for her to do and she'd wasted enough time already.
Alone in the room once more an image appeared on the TV. It wore a white expressionless mask and in its hands it held a head, a head with dark blue eyes and short black hair. A cruel laugh escaped its lips before it faded back into darkness.