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THE END
You've walked for what feels like ages down the highway as a group- all those who chose uncertain freedom over certain death. Within an hour, Mayfield became a distant speck on the horizon before ultimately fading into the hills and trees. The only sign of the place you've escaped is the sky, which remains an eerie brown even after night falls and you've put Mayfield hours behind you.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
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There's still only one bed.
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It's fine. Tomorrow, right?
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[Lithuania stands up again, with a bit more energy, and starts putting things away into all the furniture Koharu made. Might as well use it, right?]
I might change the kitchen around. It's too... Mayfield, right now.
[If he keeps busy and discusses something silly like this the fact that they have one bed between them might now come up.]
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I couldn't think of one to copy honestly...You can change around everything if you like. My house at home was traditional style and I don't really want to bring in anything from the school. So...I mean--do you like the bedroom?
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I think it's nice. Maybe I could make the kitchen look a bit like my old one at home? I'd have to change the layout, but we can do that now easily enough, I suppose.
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I suppose we do have time, though.
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[Then there was a long slightly more awkward pause as she realizes something very important. Tonight there is only one bed. Oh.]...Ah--Is this--is this okay for tonight--I mean--the bed...?
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Ah--yes. I couldn't let you sleep on the floor, you know?
[And he's still disoriented enough with this new situation to feel a bit more lonely than usual.]
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You wouldn't have been a very good Mayfield husband now would you? [She pauses] Or boyfriend. Mn, I should have made a nicer blanket. This one isn't as soft as I pictured.
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A-ah--well, you could change that tomorrow too, right?
[The bed is easier to think about.]
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Maybe something else. Unless you like this blanket.
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[Maybe a Catholic priest was in Mayfield before and he'll show up again?]
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[There's a little blush as she remembers that they're sleeping together tonight and she promptly changes the subject] Do you think everyone else will live nearby? Ukraine would, I think.
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I'm sure Poland will show up in the kitchen every other morning no matter where he lives.
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Well, it might be good to have Poland around, too--considering how he found Poland on his lawn once finding out he's a copy might give Poland a bit of a difficult time.]
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No, you don't have to. I mean--if you'd like to, of course, you can, but--
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...can I say something and you won't think I'm being silly?
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It's okay--I've been pretty selfish recently, I think. But--things will be okay. And I love you, and--I mean--
[He flusters a bit.]
W-well, I'd always intended on figuring out some way to take you back with me. To my world?
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