1. Cruelty.

[washerlocket]

[The words are hand written in a small, childish script. They are small, but evenly spaced.]

There has to be some mistake. This isn't where I am supposed to be. I was meant to end up some place different then here. I was meant to end up no where. I don't understand how I've come to find myself in his house. I know that he can't be here, none of his clothes are here.

It smells like him.

This is cruel.

You should send me home to Papa if I am to be punished.

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[Text]

[championoftime]

You won't be sent home to your father. [Not that he thinks anyway. He's concerned anyway. Even if the person isn't young, they're youthful minded.]

Who does it smell like?

[Text]

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't believe you, Doctor.]

Are you certain?

It smells of Tom.

[Text]

[championoftime]

Tom. I don't know of a Tom here at the moment.

Would you like some tea? [She seems very frightened and he wants so bad to help. Which always ends badly.]

[Text]

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

[Oh Doctor, she wants so badly to trust someone, but alas.]

No.

[strangehistorian]

I'm sorry, but there's no mistake. You've been transferred off your own world.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Transferred?

[strangehistorian]

Yes. You're on a ship that exists outside of it, called the Barge.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

I don't understand.

[The writing is a little bit shaky here.]

[strangehistorian]

It's alright. Are you okay?

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

'okay?'

laaate *cry*

[strangehistorian]

How are you feeling?

No worries.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Confused.

[strangehistorian]

It will all begin to make sense - at the moment, is there anything I can do to help?

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

When will it?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

Your Papa will not miss you, time will not pass. [And he does not like the implication here. Hopefully, by the time you get back, you'll a)not go back or b) kick his ass if you do.]

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

How does time not pass?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

By putting you back precisely when you left. Time is just like space, you can forward and back, up or down, and the Admiral will put you back where you came from once you're ready and wish it.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

I was dying. How can that be? Would I just die again?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

No, you are alive and should remain that way.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Like the resurrection stone?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that I don't quite know what that is.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

It brings people back from the dead, but they are not back or happy. The middle brother kills himself because his love is not meant to be there.

Would it be like that for my son?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

You'd be no more incapable of happiness than the next person. And you will be back hole and hearty.

[Oh, a son.] Yes, it would.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

I see.

[No she doesn't, but yeah.]

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

It will be all right, I assure you.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

Is there anything you need?

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

I don't understand why I am here.

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

You're here because you need help. The specifics is for your warden, who will be assigned to you by the Admiral, to tell you. I don't have them.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

A warden?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

Someone assigned to look after your interests while you're here.

Voice

[wardennolonger.livejournal.com]

[Worried Anders is worried] Are you alright? I take it you've just awaken here?

Written.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

[This wierd voice thing makes Merope drop her communicator, and then she blinks for a minute before writing in response. Her writing has become a lot less clear.]

Yes.

Voice

[wardennolonger.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure what to say for a few long moments]

It seems as though you're quite distraught... is there anything you need?

Written.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

[There is a very, very, very long pause before she writes back.]

No.

[And then a beat.]

Thank you.

Voice

[wardennolonger.livejournal.com]

[... well then]

Ah, in that case... do not hesitate to ask if there be a need.

written

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Well, you're not going to be going home for a while.

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

I should be dead. They told me I was going to die when I was having him.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Having what now?

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Tom. He looks like his papa the woman said.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I am so confused right now. What the last thing you remember?

[washerlocket.livejournal.com]

Wanting to hold the baby.