Hey people! Okay here's another Flynn chapter. Kind of a bittersweet ending again, and I mentioned TRON: Uprising too, if you look close enough ;) but yeah! Please review! :D
~kittykatmeow224~
Flynn knew that today was special, but he didn't remember why. He had been on the Grid so long that, to his dislike, he started to forget things that were important to him. Quorra was reading anything she got her hands on, but her favorite authou was Jules Verne. When Flynn taught Quorra how to read, it reminded him of Sam, and how he struggles of reading as well. Flynn didn't even remember what day it was, but he knew it was at least something important! Was it something about ENCOM? No, that's not it, Flynn thought to himself, frustrated. Quorra noticed something was wrong, so she stopped reading and walked over to him.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just trying to remember what day it is in the real world."
"Why?"
"Because it seems like today is important. Like I'm forgetting something."
"Well, do you remember what day it was when you left?"
"No. I can't remember. I feel like an old man."
Quorra laughed, and Flynn smiled. He loved the way she laughed. How her face just lit up and how her laugh sounded so merry, like nothing bad was happening, or she had just been told a funny joke.
"How have the nightmares been?"
"Oh, I haven't had them as much lately. Although, I keep thinking Tron's still alive, but not C.L.U.'s servant. I dunno, though."
"Hmm."
"Oh and Quorra?"
"Yes Flynn?"
"Could you possibly go downtown and pick up some things for us? I just need to be alone for a little while."
Quorra hesitated.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, Flynn?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
A few microminutes after Quorra left, Flynn rebembered what day it was. It was Sam's eighth birthday. Flynn groped around for the identity disc on his back and looked into his memoryfiles.
"Happy Birthday, kiddo," Flynn whispered to himself.
Then he started to cry.