Sorry for not doing this in a while. It's really busy over here.
FlashbackFaber answered the door, and recognizing Montag even behind his thick beard, ushered him inside.
"What are you doing man? You're going to get us destroyed," he said, checking the doors and windows, "they might have already caught on about you being here. All the work I've done will be for naught."
"I had to make sure you were well," Montag managed. It had been so long. Faber had really introduced him to the real world. He was his mentor. And for some reason, he was also like a father, even if Montag didn't really know the true meaning of the word.
"I am well. I have met some others here who are of similar minds. A old printer friend of mine lived here and has been raising a resistance through the years. Us old intellectuals shall convert the young eventually. So, I hear you died?"
"I assumed you had died as well. That explosion was great," Montag grimaced, remembering his imaginings of his wife, pinned against her wall-screen as the voices faded and she was alone before she faced her annihilation.
"Yes, I suppose it was. What became of you?" Montag told the elderly man his story, with the bright sunlight outside and a mini-screen television inset on the wall.
End Flashback
"Clarice?" Montag's voice was stunned. It was her, the girl he had known that while ago, when he was still living a lie. There she was, her straw blonde hair sitting on her hair, her body looking frailer.
"Yes, it's me," she still had that tinge of mischeviousness, even now, "I do suppose you've fared better than me, seeing as how we're both dead."
"But, what, you were ran over by a speeding car. Driven by some teenagers. You were dead, Mildred told me so," Montag managed to make out.
"No, not exactly. They ran over something, but it was not me. Anymore, they find these things on the roadways and assume, because they are mutilated beyond recognition, that they are human, and pass them off as some kid who went missing. This time, it was me. My uncle had me move underground, said I would be more appreciated there instead of in a world where lies abounded," she smiled, "I had to get out of there, Montag. I knew about everything, about why things were the way they were, and all I heard about what how strange I was."
"You were the oddest person I met," Montag acquiesced.
"Yes, I do realize that, but my uncle thought my talents would be better suited learning the world. So I am Anna Kariena and Luke," she smiled.
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