I give you all permission to kill me for not updating in... 3 months now? I am so sorry ;-; I was in a musical, I got banned from the computer due to bad grades, I'm in ANOTHER play now... but this chapter idea just popped into my head during my insanely long play practice I just had. Again, I apologize for the long wait, but I hope you all hung on for the ride, and I hope you enjoy!
~Kittykatmeow224~
P.S. chapter 11 really isn't chapter 11. it is really an edited version of chapter 7, A not so happy birthday. I hope I did not confuse you all.
read and review please!
One year.
God, had it really been a year?
Flynn was lying awake on his bed, thinking about the past.
Sam…
Sam.
His memory flashed. He thought of Sam. He thought of Jordan. He thought of Ram, Tron, Yori, Dumont, and hell, he even though about Clu, the MCP and Sark!
He then got up to meditate, passing Quorra, who was tending to a roaring fire in the fireplace. She could sense something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Come on. Even though I am not all that familiar with a User's emotions, I can tell something is wrong."
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"The past."
Quorra then just gave up on asking questions and went back to paying attention to the fire.
Sam, Flynn thought.
Sam…
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.