The young woman fell through the air at an intense pace, though to her she seemed to be floating slowly to the ground below. She watched as the glass bubble had shattered and her clothes faded back into the tattered shorts, loose borrowed shirt and the still damp boots. She landed on an old mattress in the middle of a junk yard. One of the springs cut her thigh as she fell upon it. The woman was confused and dazed and simply laid on the rotten piece of furniture.
Meanwhile four stacks of trash over the sorrowful dwarf sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands on the back of his neck.
"She was rude, but she was mostly nice… And she was scary, but never teasing…." Hoggle sniffed, trying to hold back his emotions. He stared at the jewelry that the forgotten friend had given him feeling a sense that this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. "She won't forgive me…. She…." He looked down at the trash below his feet in remorse. "What have I done… I wanted to remember a lost friend…. But I ended up losing the only friend I can remember ever having…."
May stirred on the mattress and finally stood up, she stumbled at bit and it took several moments before she could see straight.
"Where?.. Where am I?" she clutched her head and lost her balance sending her into a pile of junk that barked at her.
"WHY DON"T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" the pile of trash yelled, May jumped aback as the pile turned around to reveal an old goblin woman with a pack of garbage tied to her back.
"I am ever so sorry dear wanderer." May's usually language and mannerisms were escaping her, in fact if the old woman would have asked her of her name, She wouldn't know what to say. The old woman looked her over in curiosity.
"Say where are you going at this time of day missy?" the old goblin asked in a kinder yet creepier tone of voice.
"I am… I was… I might be…" May's head and vision was still spinning. "I was searching for something…." Her words getting clearer.
The old goblin reached into her pocket and pulled out a gold ring, May's eyes became fixated on it.
"This is what you were looking for wasn't it my dear?" She handed it to the young confused woman. She took it and put it on her left ring finger and closed her hands her fingers interlocking in a prayer like fashion.
"I still love him…." Her words were mumbled and slurred together in a whisper, as if she was aware that she was speaking at all.
"What was that, missy" the old woman's eyes grew larger.
"I love it." May said clear as crystal.
"Well, if you like that, why don't you come in here and see if there's anything else you like." The goblin lead May through the trash piles and into a cave-like place. She laughed as May stepped through into the darkness that surrounded the opening. The interior of the cave was a small bedroom that seemed so familiar to the young woman. There was a queen sized bed with a dark purple comforter on it that compelled May to flop down on it. It was soft and warm to the touch. The walls were lined with photographs of herself and someone else, but his or her face was ripped, burned, or cut out. She looked back over at the ring on her hand and felt sadness wash over her, tears fell from her eyes and she had no idea why. May sat up from the purple bed and stared at her reflection in the vanity dresser that was adjacent to it.
"Was it a dream?" she looked at her newly red face and glossy eyes, and thought that she looked like a china doll that a child had scribbled on with a red marker.
"A child… children…" her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door.
"Is that you Mom? Dad? Traditionally you knock at the front door to someone's house, not just their bedroom." May said in a joking tone as she approached the door. However she was horrified to see the old goblin woman barge through the door.
"My, My… Well you have a very empty room." The old woman seemed appalled at the lack of materials presented. The room had her purple bed, a vanity, a closet, a few photographs, a laptop and a television.
"It's all I need in my bedroom. All my crap is the rest of the house." Though her memories weren't all there yet, May's attitude was creeping back. May stood with her arms crossed looking disapprovingly at the old goblin.
"Well looky here, here's a picture of you and…" the goblin had grabbed one of the photographs off the wall and was now feeling a little stress for nothing in the room held anything that May cherished.
"I don't know either." May said glancing at the photo, another involuntary tear ran down her check.
"how about…" the goblin opened the closet revealing twenty or so corsets, five leather jackets, thirteen classic rock shirts, three skirts, two unlabeled boxes, ten pairs of jeans, and one long elegant white wedding dress. May almost collapsed to the floor at the sight of that horrible dress. The old woman opened one of the box's and pulled out a pizza place menu and a dead rose.
"And people say that I keep everything." She snickered.
"You listen here you fucking hoarder! Put my shit down!" May yelled as she aggressively took back the two items threw them in the closet and slammed the door shut, tears welled in her eyes as she screamed. The two stared at each other in silence until it was broken by the sound of knocking, though this time it was coming from within the closet.