Part 2 of Chatper 17
***It's my life!!***
**It doesn't even matter, I had to fall, and lose it all, But in the end, It doesn't even matter**
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*The Dragonball Fairy*
I opened my eyes and was greeted with slightly fading darkness. I blinked back the sleep still in my eyes to clear up my vision. I was still at CC, sitting under that same tree. Tux was curled up asleep next to me. I had apparently fallen asleep under the tree and no one had even noticed I was there. I stood up and worked out a few kinks in my body then rubbed my neck as I mumbled, "Note to self; don't fall asleep under a tree."
I looked at Tux. He was still asleep. I smirked this would be fun. I squatted down next to him and took in a deep breath before yelling, "WAKE UP TUX!!!!!!!!!!"
Tux shot up in a flash. His eyes darted around everywhere then fell on me. "Baka," he mumbled.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said rolling my eyes, "Well, we have no time for this. I guess we fell asleep out here and with so many kis they didn't notice us, and I still haven't picked good or evil." I pouted.
Tux growled, "Whatever, I'm going back to sleep," then curled back up in his spot.
"Cats, all they do is sleep and eat... speaking of eating?" I said as a loud growl came from my stomach. I then realised I hadn't eaten since I got here and with a Saiyan appetite that could mean trouble. I finally found the kitchen then opened up fridge but found there was no food. "I should have known with all these Saiyans." I groaned and looked at the clock, it was about 7:30. "Now what am I going to do," I thought, my back sliding down against the fridge, "No food, they don't even know I'm here, and I still haven't chosen good or evil!" I let out a deep sigh. I felt like I hadn't eaten in years.
"Damn! Wouldn't Vegeta have a secret stash of food or something?" I thought, looking round the kitchen, desperately wishing there was food. Then, if by magic, the kitchen table was full of all my favourite foods. I was too hungry to care how it got there so I just started to chow down.
*~*
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and patted my full tummy. "Much better," I yawned then pushed aside an area for me to rests my head on my arms on the table. "Wow, big meals sure you make you sleepy?" I thought as my eyelids grew heavy
*dream*
I was falling. I just kept falling into a black nothingness. "Hello?" I called out but with no answer. "Hello? Someone? Anyone? Even Tux?" still no answer. I took in a deep breath then yelled, "HEEELLLLLPPPP!!!!!"
Then I heard I voice but I couldn't see the source. It was a deep rich female voice. "Stop your whining, fool."
"Who are you? Where are we? Show yourself! Hey I'm talking to you!" I wailed.
"We're in the abyss, baka. I just came to tell that as you may know you are the Triform Saiyan and I came to help you with your little decision between good and evil."
I could almost picture the owner of the voice smirking.
"I don't care about that just get me out of here." I growled.
"I just want to warn you to make yourself comfortable here because the Triform is a very evil power only. You see, I am actually the Triform itself, so to speak, and when weaklings like you become the Triform that's when I make my move. The more you use it, the more I take over until you are banished into the recesses of your own mind which is quite like this," said the voice with relish.
"There's a little flaw in your plan, prissy pants! I don't have to go Triform simple as that! "
"Oh but you will. They always do when I start to enter their mind.... and they think it will get me out. One way or another they always do," said the voice one again.
"Who are you? Show yourself, coward!" I yelled and wished I hadn't said that as I let out a silent scream when I saw her.
***
*Eternity*
I woke early, stretched and hopped out of bed. Quickly and quietly I threw on a violet tank top and a pair of slightly baggy black pants, then pulled my hair into a black scrunchie. Stifling a yawn I walked out the door and down the hall. It didn't seem like anyone else was awake yet, so I slipped out the back door. The Sun was just peeking over the horizon casting a hint of light over the gray morning. The air was cool and crisp, the grass below still damp with dew. I took a deep breath trying to wake up completely. I walked for a while, enjoying the peaceful silence of the early morning hour. When Capsule Corp. was out of sight, I glanced around to make sure there was no one nearby, then I concentrated on the task of flying. It was amazing how quickly I managed to get off the ground. I hovered about twenty feet off the ground. I could see for miles around, and the view was breathtaking! I was so absorbed in watching the sunrise, that I failed to notice Trunks come up behind me.
"Beautiful isn't it? " I jumped at the sound of his voice and spun around, " Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on people like that?"
He laughed, "I couldn't resist."
"Next time...try harder."
"So, are you ready to train?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied hoping that he didn't hear the uncertainty in my tone. I could feel his power level rising and began to power up as well. It came rather naturally, and I felt myself growing stronger, the energy coursing through me. It was an
incredible sensation!
After a few moments I noticed that his power level had steadied, but I knew that he was holding back. In a way it was an insult and in another, a relief.
We stared at one another. I think each of us was waiting for the other to make the first move. I obliged. My fist came swiftly towards the center of his stomach, but he easily caught it, pushed me back and countered with a kick that landed directly in my right side. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I anticipated, so without any hesitation, I threw a kick of my own. It hit him in the stomach, and I couldn't help but notice the slight expression of surprise on his face.
Apparently I was a little too busy looking at his face because I didn't see the fist come barreling towards the side of my face. I flew back with the impact of the hit, and immediately turned my focus to the task at hand. It was time to get serious. I raced straight towards him, and he met me head on. We exchanged a dizzying round of punches and kicks. I pulled back suddenly focusing my energy between my hands until it formed a glowing ball which I threw at Trunks. He just managed to dodge it, arched a brow then fired one in my direction. Though I got out of it's way, Trunks came out of nowhere and pushed me back until I slammed into a tree. I could hear the cracking and splintering of wood when I hit, and I had to admit it hurt. A lot. The pain seemed to fuel me though, and my ki seemed to expand. A hint of a smile brushed my lips as I felt my power level increase and simultaneously came to the realization that I hadn't reached my limit yet. I screamed loudly, willing my power level to increase, and the energy was like a tangible force that sparked around my body. My hair flared around me, no longer black but deep gold, and when the transformation was complete, I looked up into a pair of brilliant teal eyes that I knew matched my own. Trunks had gone Super Saiyan now as well, and things were going to get interesting.
He charged at me, and I easily flew out of his reach then dodged the ki blast he fired at me. I formed two energy disks in my hands and threw them at him. One missed, but the second grazed his shoulder. Suddenly,Trunks came up behind me and fired a blast that sent me reeling towards the ground, but I caught myself at the last moment, then turned to rush him. Another ki blast raced towards me, but I avoided it and threw a right cross that struck him directly in the jaw. I followed with a knee to the stomach. Trunks recovered faster than I would have liked and came at me again, grabbing my arms and slamming me into that tree again, but this time it couldn't withstand the force. I struggled to get out of his grip as I heard it fall and crash to the ground below. Finally, I was able to break his hold and throw another ki blast. I couldn't believe it when he actually caught it and sent it flying right back. Now, I would like to say that I got out of the way, but, well, it just didn't happen that way. The move was so unexpected that my own attack knocked me senseless. There was a flash, a pain and then the feel of my body meeting the unyielding Earth below me. I don't know how much time passed, but the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Trunks leaning over me. He'd powered down already.
"Ouch," I whispered hoarsely. He grinned, but there was an unmistakable hint of concern in those blue eyes,
"So, are you done for now or should we go again?"
"Oh, I think I'm done for the moment," I sat up slowly. Trunks helped me off the ground. My body ached, but it wasn't too bad all things considered. I wiped my mouth and realized that there was blood trickling from my lip. "I better get back and get cleaned up."
"You didn't do too badly. Think you'll be ready to go again tomorrow?"
"Definitely." We returned to the house, and I went to the downstairs bathroom to shower. My lower lip was busted, my back scraped up, and I'd lost my scrunchie. Of course, there were numerous other bumps and bruises, but nothing to worry about. I showered quickly and pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a black tee shirt. It was still early, so I went back to the bedroom to read until Bulma came and informed me it was time to start breakfast. It's mind boggling the amount of food we had to prepare, and when it was all finished, I snuck out before everyone came to the table. I dozed off for a while and was woken up sometime later by someone yelling.
Jumping out of bed, I ran out of the room and through the house, arriving just in time to see Vegeta knock a Saiyan female that I didn't recognize into a wall. There was another Saiyan, this one a male, laying beaten and bloodied on the floor, and I immediately knew that Vegeta was responsible for that one as well. My curiosity was driving me mad, but I remained silent as Mirai Trunks helped her move the fallen guy.
J'dee arrived about that point, and she easily came to the same conclusion regarding Vegeta's part in the morning's events. When she commented that she'd go for Trunks before attempting to fight Vegeta, I glanced at Trunks and fought to suppress a smile at his reaction. He glanced at me and smirked, and in return I shrugged and grinned playfully.
***
*neXus*
Morgan was on his way over to the picnic table the Saiyan girl had indicated, when a huge mess of banana flavoured gloop came flying out of Capsule Corp in every direction. Not wanting to become yellow, Morgan leapt into the air, as a large quantity of the stuff passed underneath him. Morgan landed beside the picnic table but, Krillin and Gohan showed up, distracting the person that Morgan had come to see, then she ran off to speak to one of the other guys there. After she acted like some insane, hyper active crack
monkey for a while, some guy on a skateboard appeared out of thin air, and she jumped onto his back, then skated back over to the picnic table and sat down.
"Next insane author covered in banana goop, come in to my office!!" She announced.
"Uh, I guess that would be me," Morgan said, walking over in front of her, "Hi, my name's Morgan, and I'm guessing you would be Jera, right?
"Yup, that's me." She replied.
"Great. Someone told me you'd be able to explain what's going on. Why I'm seeing people like Krillin, and Goku, and all the other characters from Dragonball Z. Why I seem to be animated, and so is everything else. And, y'know, why I can jump so freakin' high, and run so damn fast. Think you could help me with this?"
"Well, I don't know about the powers stuff, might have something to do with the fact that you look like a Saiyan, but as for the other stuff, well, that's my fault. I kinda screwed up a magic spell, and instead of just me coming here, a whole bunch of people did, and I guess you were one of them."
"Oh. Well, I don't think I'm a Saiyan, cause I can't fly and I don't have a tail. I haven't tried powering up though. Hang on, I'll give it a shot." Morgan said, before shutting his eyes and concentrating. At first, nothing happened, then, the grass around him started rippling, although there was no wind. A light blue aura surrounded him, which got darker with each passing second. His hair started shimmering as well, and parts of it began fading from a golden blond, to a light brown, until the majority of his hair was light brown, with golden blond tips on the spikes. His clothing began to change as well. His white muscle shirt faded to black and then became sheer. His baggy camouflage pants became jet-black snowboarding pants.
"Wow. That's pretty cool. Wonder how high I can jump." With that, Morgan leapt into the air, nearly disappearing from Jera's view before his descent began. Landing lightly, Morgan turned to Jera, then powered down, his hair becoming it's normal colour, and his clothes returned to normal as well.
"So," asked Jera, "Did you want me to send you home, or do you want to stick around the DBZ world for a bit?"
"Well, my life kind of sucked before I came here, so I'll probably stick around for a while, see what mischief I can get into, see if I can steal women from one or three of the other characters. Who knows, there's lot's of good looking Saiyan chicks around, I might
get lucky." Morgan replied.
"Well, if you're gonna stick around, there's a few rules you should know about."
"Oh man, there's always rules. I'm listening." So Jera explained the rules to Morgan, who listened intently, not wanting to screw anything up. After hearing her out, and asking a few questions to double check, Morgan thanked Jera, and began walking away.
"Okay, as long as I follow those rules, and don't get myself killed, I should be pretty good. I think I'm gonna go explore my new surroundings. I'll check back here later." Morgan bent down to tie a shoelace, then leapt into the sky again, and hit the ground running east.
***
Dawn broke, and with it, Morgan opened his eyes. He'd made good time the night before, exploring the surrounding countryside, before coming back to Capsule Corp, where Vegeta had grudgingly offered him a place to sleep. With a rumbling stomach, Morgan searched for a bathroom, found one and then headed in the direction of the kitchen. After rooting through the fridge, he came out with half a loaf of bread, and a carton of milk. He set the bread down on the table and then began hunting for a knife and something to spread onto his sandwich.
"All right, pay dirt!" Morgan quietly exclaimed, not wanting to wake anyone still sleeping, pulling a knife out of a drawer, and some peanut butter out of the cupboard above it. Morgan made himself a sandwich, poured himself a glass of milk, and then walked outside to begin his day.
"First things first, I should probably see what I can do, since I seem to be the only one around." Morgan leapt thirty feet into the air, then dropped straight down, landing on one knee, with his right arm buried up to the elbow in the ground.
***
*BananaGirl*
"Huh? Leave me alone." I groaned, turning over as I felt something on my face. "GAH!" I spluttered, awaking to the icy cold water thrown on my face.
"Oh, you're awake." Quorky grinned from the bedside cabinet.
"You dirty little..." I moved towards my muse, before stopping short. "Where am I?"
"In Trunks' room, remember?" Quorky asked, relieved my mind had been taken off of him.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Damn, I was so tired I must've fallen asleep instantly." I picked up the discman and CD J'dee had sent me last night. "Hmmm, better get dressed Quorky. We got a big day ahead of us."
"I don't wear clothes...I'm a monkey, dumbass." Quorky muttered dryly.
"You talk, how am I supposed to know you don't dress?" I demanded, getting up and running a brush through my hair. Trunks' brush, I'm guessing, from the lavender hairs collecting in the object.
"You look.... like a hobo." Quorky commented.
"Aren't you nice? Tis not my fault I don't own an iron. Besides, there's nowt wrong with what I'm wearing." I glanced down at the outfit I'd been sleeping in, a black, now crinkled, shirt over a ruffled white tank top and baggy jeans that were falling off of me cos I'd lost my belt sometime during the night. "See, nowt wrong with it at all!" I said, rummaging around the duvet for my belt.
"Why are you making so much noise?" Mirai Trunks asked groggily.
"Morning to you too!" I said cheerily.
"Shhhhh!" He hissed.
"Oh no, he didn't?" I said, looking at Quorky. "Did he just?"
"I think he did." Quorky said.
"He did not just 'shh' me! He did, didn't he? The little..." I trailed off.
"Can you please shut the hell up?!" Trunks demanded, rolling over.
"Maybe." I smirked. "If you do me a favour."
"Mmhmmm." Trunks muttered.
"Where's your dad's room?" I grinned at Quorky, who just gave me a disapproving look.
"Ghsmmm?" Trunks asked in 'sleep-language'.
"Cos he's incredibly hot." I laughed as Trunks started coughing uncontrollably at my comment.
"I'm not telling you so you can stalk him!" Trunks stated.
"Fine. Did you know Humpty Dumpty was pushed?"
"No." Trunks said sharply.
"Yeah. No one knows by who though. I think it was the king's men, they're rather evil. Or it could've been the horses. I haven't quite examined that angle yet. But he did NOT fall, how can an egg fall? It's not possible! They can jump, but not fall! God, nursery rhymes are soooo stupid sometimes! Have you met Georgie? Then one with the thumb? That thumb is HUGE! Should go in a museum! Do you suck your thumb Trunks? I used to. Still do sometimes. It really annoys some people but..."
"SHUT UP! I'll tell you!" Trunks screeched, causing Jeril to stir in her sleep.
"And the fun begins." I said, rubbing my hands together.
***
*Jeril Dragonsoul*
I was in the kitchen making myself two six foot sub sandwiches when Vegeta walked in. He was wearing nothing but a towel. I turned and stared, "Damn?" I muttered to myself, "I must be dreaming. Somebody pinch me."
"You are dreaming," Vegeta said as he began taking off the towel.
"I've never had a dream this good before," I grinned as I watched. Then?
I woke up to hear Mirai Trunks yelling, "SHUT UP! I'll tell you!" I cracked open an eye and squinted at the early morning sun shining in from the window.
"And the fun begins." BananaGirl said, rubbing her hands together.
"Damn it! You just had to wake me up, didn't you?" I growled at Mirai Trunks, "I was having a great dream! Your da walked up to me in just a towel and? well, never mind." I coughed and tried to think of another subject, "Tell you what?" I asked Bana, "Where Vegeta's shower is?"
"Nah, where his bedroom is. But where there's a bedroom, there's a shower." Bana grinned.
I chuckled and sat up, running a hand through my long hair, "I'm tempted to join you but I got to collect the dragonballs and make some wishes."
"What're you wishing for?" Mirai Trunks asked, sitting up and looking at me curiously.
"More vegetables." I answered and winked at Bana. She grinned back while Mirai Trunks just look confused. I stretched and stood, "Well, Bana, make us Vegetarians proud." I made the bed and walked out as Mirai Trunks gave Bana the directions.
I stood outside and took a deep breath of the clean, fresh morning air. Felix was still asleep in my ear. I decided to let him sleep as he would want to know what wishes I was going to make and then he'd forbid me to make them. I thought for a moment and then said, "I wish for a Dragonball Radar." I held out my hands and the radar dropped into them from thin air. "Damn?" I muttered and activated it, "I could get used to this." I looked at where the closest dragonball was. I swore and then said without thinking, "It's so far away! I wish I was closer to it then this!"
Next thing I knew, I was standing by a house. "Nande kuso?" I asked the air. I shrugged and checked the radar. The dragonball was in the house. I looked at the house for a moment. It looked familiar somehow. "Shit!" I muttered when I recognized it. It was the Son's house. Kakarot was in there and? the demon harpy from hell. I mumbled obscenities under my breath as I stomped up to the door.
I tried the doorknob and found it was unlocked. "I guess, these people aren't as paranoid as I am?" I said to myself as I walked in, remembering how I would check and double check every window and door of my house to make sure they were all locked. I
checked the radar again. Yep, it was in there living room somewhere. I began searching around, making sure I made the least noise possible.
After ten minutes of fruitless searching, I checked the radar once more. It was right in front of me! I growled as I put the radar into a backpack I had summoned up. Then I glared at the wall. Inspiration struck me like a bolt of lightning. I punched a hole in the wall, wincing as the sound echoed around the home. I reached in my hand and then?
WHAM! The infamous frying pan knocked me a good one upside the head. I grabbed the dragonball and scrambled for cover behind a chair. I peeked over the top. I smiled weakly at the furious Chi-chi. "Eh? hi?" I said.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOME?" she bellowed. Then she noticed my tail, which was waving side to side frantically. "A SAIYAN? IN MY HOUSE? I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Erm, I think you're overreacting to the situation and remember, your husband is a? SHIT!" I screamed and rolled to the side as she lunged at me. She landed another blow on my head. "I'm, SHIT, going to be, OUCH, black and, OW, blue before this is, DAMN YOU KAMI, over!" I muttered, and yelled, to myself as Chi-chi chased me around the living room, occasionally landing blows on my head.
Then, Kakarot entered, "Good morning, Chi-chi." He looked at me, "Who are you?"
"Jeril!" I hollered as I picked up a chair and threw it at the mad housewife.
"Chi-chi, I think she seems like a nice girl. Why are you OW!" Kakarot got brained by the horrible cooking instrument.
"WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON ANYWAY?" Chi-chi screamed at her spouse and hit him again. I would have began laughing but she saw me smiling. "YOU FIND THIS FUNNY? WELL I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I FIND FUNNY!" she hit me again and then proceeded to chase both Kakarot and I around the room, hitting us both.
"You shouldn't get mad at Kakarot, ma'am! It's not his fault he was dropped on his head as a child!" I grinned and ducked as the frying pan came hurtling at me.
Chi-chi screamed, "DON'T YOU GO AND SAY NASTY THINGS LIKE THAT ABOUT MY GOKU!" I took this opportunity to dash behind the now unarmed woman.
"I'm sorry that I have to do this. Well, not really." I said as I got her in a sleeper hold. Within a few seconds, she was out cold. I put her down in a chair and rapped her head on the head to make sure she would be out for at least an hour. As I stood up, I gingerly touched a large lump that had formed on top of my aching head. "Damn, that's gonna hurt for a week?" I muttered to myself.
"Want a senzu bean?" Kakarot offered.
"Er, sure." I followed him to a cupboard and he took out a senzu bean and broke it in half. He ate one half and gave the other to me. I ate it and looked in a mirror. The lump shrunk to nothing and the half-formed bruises disappeared. "Damn! Those are awesome!" I grinned.
Suddenly, a loud rumbling shook the house. Kakarot grinned and put a head behind his head, "Heh! Haven't had breakfast yet!" I sighed and followed him to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and his face fell. "Nothing to snack on."
"I'm hungry too?" I said thoughtfully, "Kakarot, move over." I shoved him to the side and stood in front of the fridge. I concentrated and a one foot wide, two inch tall, square box appeared in it. I took the box out and closed the fridge. "Kakarot," I handed it to him, "this is to thank you for the senzu bean. Just don't let Chi-chi know about it."
"What is it?" Kakarot asked, turning the box around to look at it from all angles.
"Here," I opened it to reveal a inky blackness inside. I reached my hand in and then my entire arm.
"Whoa!" Kakarot looked in amazement as my arm up to my shoulder disappeared into the box.
"Shhh! I'm concentrating!" I thought of a hot, grilled cheese sandwich. I grabbed something that bumped against my hand and pulled a grilled cheese sandwich out of the box. I ate the still hot snack.
"Wow! I want to do that!" Kakarot reached in and pulled out a plate of sushi.
"All right, well, I better be going. Nice meeting you, Kakarot." I waved good-bye and walked out of the house, holding the dragonball in one hand. I put it in my backpack and took out the radar. I began the next part of my search?
"Damn it!" I growled to myself as I looked at the radar. There were two dragonballs close to me. One was moving and the other was in the forest directly below me. I scratched my neck and snarled wordlessly. The one that was moving was probably inside an animal. It was going to be messy getting that one.
I had recovered the six star dragonball from a river dragon. I had to fast-talk it into handing over its "shiny orange pebble". I could have just blasted it into the next dimension but I decided not to as I have always appreciated dragons. They are beautiful creatures. Too bad there are none in the real world.
Then, I heard a voice from behind me, "Why hello there. A bit preoccupied I see." I turned around and was surprised to see a man floating in the air, arms crossed. His expression resembled Vegeta, when he smirked. He seemed about his height too, maybe a little taller though. It was hard to tell as I didn't have the Saiyan no Ouji there to compare with.
"Who are you?" I asked, getting ready to defend myself.
He chuckled, "Now now, there's no need for that. You were probably too busy looking for that dragonball to notice me," he said.
"How did you know about that?!" I asked him. He had a pretty high ki and I wasn't sure if I could beat him if things came to a fight.
"It was pretty obvious, since you were holding that radar," the man said, pointing to the radar in my hands.
I looked at it, then put it away in my backpack.
That's when I saw his tail. "You're one of the authors, aren't you?" I asked, dropping my defensive stance.
Now, it was his looked surprised at what she had just said, "W-what?!"
"Don't tell me how you got here. You fell from the sky, right?" I asked, smiling at his confused face. I loved confusing people. It was fun!
"No, though it's not your business, I suddenly found myself in a large field," the other said. He looked like he was getting suspicious of me.
I smiled at him, and brought my tail around, wagging in the air as well. "It figures as much," I said, with a smirk.
He looked at my tail in surprise. "Y-you're a Saiyan?!" he asked, shocked.
"You look surprised," I said. "Feel out there, you'll find quite a lot of them,"
"What the-" he yelled and by the look on his face, I surmised he had sensed everyone else, "This-this is crazy! Where did they all come from?!"
"I already told you, they're authors," I said, still smirking. He must've just dropped in. I decided to tell him everything that I knew so that he would know what was happening.
"How strange," the other author said, scratching his head and thinking. "Either way, I think I'm going to like it here," he said, smirking again. He seemed like he was about to leave, when he stopped, as if he had remembered something. He turned to me,
reached in his pouch, and pulled out something. "It's been nice talking, but I've got to go investigate a little. Thanks for your time. And as a little present, here," he said, tossing me a round orange object. I caught it and looked at it. I was surprised to see that it
was the one star dragonball. I looked back up at him and stammered out my thanks.
"Perhaps we'll meet again. Maybe, next time we can spar. You seem pretty powerful, by what you're showing. I hope we meet again," he said, starting to fly off.
Before he was too far off, I called for him to stop. "Wait! I didn't get your name. Mine's Jeril, Jeril Dragonsoul."
He looked at me and replied, "Well Jeril, my name's Chris, but you can call me S'rac. I'll try to find you, after I figure some things out. Later." With that, he wrapped his tail around his waist, and saluted me with two fingers, and sped off towards the city.
I watched him go and repeated his name to myself, "S'rac.... Yes, I hope we do meet again." I stayed where I was, watching him go for a moment, before turning the radar back on to continue my search.