Chapter Eight: The Loss Car
The next car that the gang entered simply could not be described with words.
"What even are these cars anymore?" asked Brooke.
"I don't know" said Zac. "Say, I know this is a weird question, but why do you call your pet Gigi a cricket? She's clearly a caterpillar."
Brooke couldn't help but smile and laugh at the question. "You've watched my memory tape in its' entirety, and that's the one question you have?"
"Well, it's not the only question I have about you and that tape. It's just the one that I thought you'd be the most comfortable answering."
"Why don't you ask me some more difficult questions? Like why Gigi is so important to me. Making us uncomfortable makes our numbers go down."
"No, I don't think it's making us feel uncomfortable that makes our numbers go down. It's learning to deal with what makes us feel uncomfortable that makes our numbers go down. Or something."
"Hm. It both makes sense and doesn't make any sense. So I guess it makes sense by the train's logic. Just like this car."
"I guess it makes sense as well to ask you, because I'm kind of curious. Why is Gigi so important to you?"
"She is my only friend outside of school. Well, was my only friend outside of school. You see, she actually ran away because I neglected her, and I would beat her up when I was angry. Now that I think about it, I think I know why she doesn't like me."
"Your pet kind of reminds me of my peers from school. They always offer to help me out with my group projects, but I just kind of ignore them as well. At least I didn't try to beat them up".
Both of their numbers went down to 16.
Brooke simply said "Nice".
"Hey, I think we've spent enough time in this car, maybe we should get out of here" said Zac.
After navigating through the car, they exited and quickly entered the next car, which was all covered in fur on the inside. But suddenly, the fur felt all wet.