"Hey, uh, Jax?" The purple rabbit turned around. "What do you want, Hoo-Ha?" he asked, coldly. "So...you have keys to everyone's room, right?" Kinger asked. He was about to be kicked out when he continued, "I uh...want something special for you...if you do me a little favor."
"Like what?" Jax asked curiously. "Can I have the key to...her room, again?" Jax knew exactly what Kinger meant. "Kinger, you know Caine doesn't want us going into the rooms of the abstracted." Jax sighed. "Please, Jax. I'm begging you. I just...need to be in there. One more time." Kinger said, tears in his eyes. He could see the hesitation in Jax's face. "Well...I can do this for you," he said, "But you'll have to do me a favor in return."
"Anything," Kinger promised. "Okay, here. If Caine asks, you found it on the floor." Jax said, handing Kinger the key. "Thank you so much. I won't forget my promise. Goodbye." The rabbit scampered away, leaving Kinger with the key.
The first thing the chess piece did was open the door and walk in. The room was a mess, but that didn't matter to him. He went straight to a specific box, and opened it. Inside were all of her things. Her pictures, her books, even her personal journal.
He took out the journal first and began reading it. The stories about him were just like he had remembered them. She had written about the day they first met, and how she had just been dumped by her last boyfriend. She had written about how much he meant to her.
"Queenie." Kinger whispers. "I wish you were here." He says, putting the journal back. The chess piece then began looking at her old photographs. She was so beautiful in them. Kinger's heart aches as he looks at her smiling face.
Next, Kinger found a book of poetry she had written. Most of the poems were about him. He read through them, until he was so overwhelmed by sadness that he could not continue. He closed the book and put it back. He was ready to leave. "Goodbye, Queenie." he whispered, as he left the room and locked the door.
Later that night, Kinger was in bed, crying. He missed her. He just wanted her back. When he finally fell asleep, he had a dream. He dreamed of Queenie, telling him everything would be okay. He felt a sense of peace wash over his body.
When he woke up, Kinger felt better than he had in weeks. "Queenie," he said happily, "I'll see you again."