Sorry for the late post, I got a road block for the stories I've been writing here. I'll try to not get another road block for the stories until next year..

Six – Missing Moments

"Hello…is there anybody in there? …Just nod if you can hear me…"

The man he's talking to nods.

"He's responding, he responding!"

"Is there anyone home?
"C'mon now…can ease your pain. Relax…need some…-formation, first. Just…basic facts…tell me…where it hurts." The man points at his feet, barely conscious. "There's no pain you are receding…sit back and relax…"

For the man on the stretcher, it only felt like a few minutes before they came back. "Ok…" He can barely see that it is a needle, "just a little pinprick." The doctor squirted some of the liquid out. "There'll be no more."

He put in the needle in the man's arm; he rises up, yelling. He falls back down; just a reflex. "…but…may feel a little sick.
"…stand up?" The doctor holds up one of the man's arm and lets go a few seconds later. It falls down a few seconds later. "I…believe it's working…good."

"That'll keep…out for a while… c'mon…time to go."

"Where are we going?"

"To be honest…I don't know."

"…" They are walking away from their battlefield, forgetting that it ever happened.

After walking awhile, they reach a sight of a city, unknown to both C and Ava.

Ava breaks the silence, "Why did you bring a scarf with you?"

"What," started C, "this scarf?" He pointed at the scarf.

"Yeah, that scarf, the only scarf in this place?"

C stops and looks around, and finds something on top of a tree. He points at it and says, "Are you sure?" It was a faintly blue scarf hanging around. Some of the fabric is coming off.

"Uh…the red one…"

"Oh, ok." Ava sees that C is staring at the blue scarf, wondering he was wondering about the history about that blue scarf. He looks back at Ava. "Uh…I was given a scarf, like this one, as a gift from a relative before they died a week after from a drive-by."

"Oh…what's a drive-by?"

"…Drive-by? It's when a group of people with guns are in a vehicle to kill a person or a group of people while driving away."

"Oh."

"Yeah… The scarf seemed unfinished at one end, similar to this one." He takes out one of the ends of his scarf, showing that part of the red scarf still had some string loose in the scarf.

"How do you know if that's yours?" asked Ava.

"It's hard to say," Responded C, "but it is mine." He looks back at the blue scarf again, his mind stuck to the scarf.

"Um…" Ava started, "C?" He doesn't respond. Ava waits a while, before asking again. "C?" He still doesn't respond. Ava decides to scratch his foot. His pants get ripped, but his shoes barely get scratched.

"Oh, sorry," C says, "What?"

"The…scarf seems to get you distracted…"

"Yeah, sorry; the scarf seems familiar…like one from the past." He keeps looking at the scarf. "Uh, sorry, but I gotta go over there right now." He runs over to the tree, Ava following up.

C looks up at the tree, and climbs up. He almost struggles to go up, moving almost slowly. After about 10 minutes, C finally reaches to the branch that held the blue scarf. He drops down, catching the scarf on his way down. He held on another branch, and dropped down on to the dirt ground.

Ava was watching C the whole time while he was climbing his up the tree and back down. She backed away a little bit as C was approaching her.

C examined at the scarf he caught. He looks at the middle part of the scarf, seeing nothing but dirt and lint. He then moves around the scarf to one of the ends, just seeing loose ends, dirt, and more lint. He moves the scarf around to the other end, finding more loose ends, dirt, and lint. There was also something else on it.

C looks closer to the scarf, finding a red arrow drawn, pointing to the loose ends.

"What the…?" C says in a low voice. He looks at the loose ends of the scarf, seeing nothing out of the ordinary from them. He thinks what it could mean. He tries to remember how the scarf was before he caught if from the tree: he remembered something faintly red pointing down.

He looks back at the tree, Ava looking at C, then at where he's looking at. C walks over to the ground, Ava following up. He looks down on the ground.

"Help me dig," C said.

"Ok," Ava responded. C kneeled down and dug his hand into the ground and took out a handful of dirt from it. He tries to dig quickly, the same with Ava.

"This…" C started, "…could take a while…"

About 10 minutes later…

C is still digging into the ground, until touching something that's not dirt.

"Wait, hold on," C said. Ava stopped digging. C kept on digging, but around the object. He took hold of the object, trying to pull it out. Dust was all around the air; hardly anything can be seen. C tries to make the dust go away, trying to see what it is. When the dust disappeared, he flinched, rising up to his feet. "Oh my God!" C yelled out.

Ava looked at C, "What?" She then turned to the object. "Oh my-!"

C dug up a person's body.

The body was facing down; C tried to move the body around to make it face up. He instantly recognized the face. The person was wearing a blue button down shirt, short sleeved and semi-baggy jeans. The dust covered up his skin, hiding the skin color, and his hair.

"No…" C stressed out.

"So…" Ava started, "You know who that person is?"

C paused, staring at the body he dug up. "Frasier," he answered.

"Frasier?"

"Yes, Frasier. He was a friend seven years ago. He seemed to age, a little bit." He touched the head of the body with his hand.

"Are you trying to bring him back to life?" Ava asked.

C paused again, releasing his hand from the head. "Yes, and it's not working." He rises up, "Not sure why…" He stares at the body, wondering what to do with it.

"Do we…dig it back in?" Ava asked.

"Sure…" C answered. He kept looking at the body, doing nothing. "Let's try to find the parents of him. They may be in the near city."

"Ok." They carefully put in the body back in the hole, also putting the dirt back in. They then walk to the city for their first objective.