Myrnin's Point of View

After cleaning up the blood and making sure the bag is in place, I went to the computer to check on the robot.

She is talking to a human I don't recognize, but that's no surprise. I hardly get out nowadays. I watched for a bit, then turned away to focus on my machine.

I had taken it apart and reassembled it to try and see where I went wrong. Maybe something came off when I used it the first time. Throwing the wires aside and getting an electric shock, I looked inside for anything that had fallen off. I couldn't see anything, so I put the wires back in and reconnected them. I sighed and sat down on the bed beside Amelie. I wondered whether she will ever awaken.

"Myrnin?" Someone called. I came out of the room and saw that someone was Oliver.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"What did you give Amelie?"

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"She's wide eyed and she speaks like she's on automatic or something. What did you give her?"

"Nothing, Oliver. I have been down here the entire time. Maybe she is taking a new approach?" I suggested.

"A new approach? Like acting like a robot?"

"Amelie is not robot, Oliver. She maybe just had some... Coffee." I shrugged. "Maybe you did something. Your around her, enough." I turned and sat down in my chair. "Now stop being paranoid and go do... Whatever you were doing." I picked up a book I had read 10 times.

"Fine. Amelie says there is a meeting coming up. Be there and see for yourself." He said and disappeared. I don't why she requires me. Most, or all the stuff she talks about has nothing to do with me. I put the book down and went back to the bedroom.

"If you heard any of that, don't worry Amelie. It was just your boyfriend being paranoid. You know how he is." I said to her. I fiddled with the duvet, pulling it up when I noticed her lips moving. I could barely hear what she was saying so I bent down,

"Myrnin... Myrnin..." I straightened.

"Well... This is strange." I scratched my head. What do I do now? Amelie's head fell to the side and she stopped whispering. I straightened her hair and pushed it out of her face. "I'm going to wake you up, don't worry." I grabbed my machine and set to work.

Amelie's Point of View (dream world)

When I opened my eyes again, I saw myself in a restaurant. The restaurant itself was completely empty, but there was a reservation for myself and Oliver. I looked around for him.

"How do you like it?" He said from behind me. I glared at him.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" Oliver said and sat down.

"Sneak up behind me."

"Sorry. So do you like the restaurant? I choose the fanciest, for my Lady." I looked around. Even though there were tables and a bar, no-one was occupying them.

"Where is everyone?"

"I arranged for a room on our own. Isn't that nice?" He picked up a menu. "What would you like?"

I picked the menu in front of me. "Nothing here looks appetizing."

"Would you like a glass of blood then?" Oliver asked.

"No... I'm okay." Never the less, Oliver clicked his fingers and called the waiter. He came out of the STAFF ONLY door with a glass and a knife.

"Yes sir."

"A glass of blood for the Lady and myself." He said.

"I said, I didn't want any."

"You should taste his blood. It's divine." The waiter cut his wrist and held it over the glass.

"Oh god..." Oliver held my hand.

"He will replenish. Don't worry." I watched the waiter go pale and weak as he finished filling the glass and handed it to me. "Drink."

"I don't think so..." I pushed the glass to Oliver.

"What's wrong? You won't let me kiss you and now you won't drink." Oliver said, squeezing my hand.

"Couldn't you just get a blood bag? He shouldn't have to cut open his wrist." I said, looking around for bandages.

"He wanted to do it. I didn't force him to do anything." Oliver said, turning my head towards him. He sighed. "I will be right back." He stood and took the into another room. I held my head, feeling another headache coming. Why was it so bright? Where were we? There was no restaurant as posh as this in Morganville.

I heard whispers. I looked up to see who was making them, but there was no-one here. Great, now I am hearing things. I sighed and looked out the window, not like there was anything to see.

I head whispers again. I looked around and heard them again.

"Hello?" I called. No reply. The whispers stopped. Then I was sure I could hear a door opening. I stood up and looked around. I walked to the other side of the restaurant and opened doors and looked everywhere, but I saw nothing that could be making the sounds.

"If you heard any of that, Amelie, don't worry it's just your boyfriend being paranoid. You know how he is." I gasped and looked around. No-one.

Maybe this was a dream and I was hearing Myrnin from the real world. I closed my focussed on his voice. I couldn't hear him anymore. I decided to try something else.

"Myrnin, can you hear me?" I asked quietly, as to not draw the attention of this world's Oliver. "Myrnin, can you hear me?" I tried again. Nothing.

"Amelie?" My eyes snapped open to Oliver standing in front of me.

"I thought I heard something." I said. Oliver nodded.

"Come to bed." He took my hand and that's when I noticed we had changed places again. I was back in the red room with my pyjamas.

"Oliver, please don't try and make me forget. But I don't think this is real." I said. Oliver made me sit down on the bed.

"Of course it's real. If this wasn't real, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

"I... It just seems impossible, that we go from being in a restaurant to this bedroom."

"Amelie, it is real. This is the real world and I am going to say it again. Stop worrying." Oliver held my face.

"I can't. And you can't tell me to do." Oliver sighed and dropped his hand.

"Then I will just have to do something about it."