"I bet you don't remember me." -- "Only every other memory."

[singularjustice]

Who: N and whoever!
Where: Plaza.
When: Saturday Afternoon.
Style: Either or!
Status: Open.

[ There is a tall boy standing in the plaza, tea-green hair blown back behind him as a large white dragon blows warm air around him, just enough to work on drying his soaked state.

N knows he has been gone for some time. It is like waking up from a very deep sleep, where the dreams you once had were fading blur, yet it was obvious hours upon hours had passed.

He was wearing his old clothes again. He remembers the wind whipping his hair, Hilda's calls before he leapt to Reshiram's back. That memory seems so close and yet so far away.

The boy pushes it out of his mind. It does not matter now.

N is home. ]

Comments

[singularjustice]

Mrs. Brisby! Hello!

[ N waves happily at her. ]

[flyingdreams]

It's good to see you again! We certainly missed you.

[singularjustice]

It is good to see you, too! How long have I been gone?

[flyingdreams]

For... quite some time! But you look so happy... it's so good to see you!

[singularjustice]

It is good to be back, I think.

[flyingdreams]

Would you like to do anything special?

[singularjustice]

I think... well, I want to check up on everyone, first.

[flyingdreams]

Well, that's certainly fair! We'll have to meet up for lunch, some day soon. What do you think?

[singularjustice]

I would like that a lot.