Chapter One: Reginold (air)
Disclaimer: We don't own A:TLA
As I pace around the room, the voices of my three collegues echo inside my head, each idea weighing heavily on my mind. Should I find others? Should I hide? Should I take off my hat? I pause,
"No! Gregory! This is my hat, I will not remove my hat!" As he falls silent, I continue pacing. Should I find others? Should I hide? What good would that do? As I reach up to scratch my head, Gregory has another out burst, to which I answer,
"NO! For the last time, NO! I like my hat! I will not take it off!" I turn to Loraine to get an elder's opinion. She says it would be in my best interest to find others. Clyde, in his soft, calming voice says that I should hide. Gregory tells me to take off my hat. I pull it down over my ears.
"Gregory! Stop it!" he falls silent again.
"All right! I have to go with Loraine. She is the elder." I pack a bag of all of possessions, and lug it out to my caravan and throw it in. My three colleagues in the back, we set out looking for the others. Whoever they are.
"No, Gregory, the hat stays on!"
