AN: Okay, this is the next part of 9/11 remembrance. Will Alice and the Hermit help people? Read to find out. :P
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Random Hermit POV
It took me a minute, but I soon came to the conclusion that the dancing pixie was real. "Hey, what are you doing?! Something is seriously wrong here?"
The pixie turned to me, her eyes shining. "Hi! My name's Alice."
"I don't really care," I said, trying to get her to understand. "You need to realize that there's a fire or something. Dancing is not really going to help you."
"Then let's help the other people," Alice piped.
I gave her a WHHHHHAAAAATTT face, and asked, "How exactly are we going to do that?"
Alice got a faraway look in her eyes, and for just a moment I wondered if she was more mentally insane than I had first thought. I mean, she seemed like a pretty big wacko.
"It'll be easy," Alice whispered, her eyes finally meeting mine.
I glanced back at the dust that was forming clouds around us. "Well, it doesn't really look like that."
Alice smirked. "Trust me. It will be."
I chose to trust her…even though she was kinda crazy.
TO BE CONTINUED…