Chapter 1
What: The small mutterings of someone heard by Willow Reed.
When: The time was not recorded and isn’t entirely relevant to the story anyway. There’s no real time in Reverie, though for convenience, we shall say it was midnight.
Where: Outside the Time-Out Center on Grace Street.
Why: No particular reason.
How: Mrs. Reed was on her way to Dr. Henry’s Bakery also on Grace St. and happened to walk by the center. That’s when she heard the sound.
Who: Michael Randall
Well, that’s basically the beginning. Dr. Hathaway told me to write the what, the when, the where, the how, the who, and the why on every event in the Randall case. As such, I will start at the beginning. I found Ms. Reed in her small cottage right by Lucid River. Her cottage is always so pretty almost like a rose centered perfectly in a porcelain vase. Vines consumed the outside of the cottage though a flower or two could be seen poking out of the tangles. I breathed in the sweet honeysuckle infested air and smiled. Ms. Reed was always a wonderful person to talk to. When I walked through the door, I could see the works of Ms. Reed’s organization skills. Her living room, the roomiest spot in the house, was clean as a whistle. Her spirit orb was bobbing up and down in her rocking chair in the corner. Her orb was a deep blue color and lit up the whole room when she saw me coming up to her. My orb is orange, so our two radiating colors made the walls an icky brownish gray color. Her eyes, the only humanly part other than the brain of the spirit orb left behind, were the color of the vast oceans. The twinkle in her eye was the ocean spray. She mindpatted hello and asked how I was. I patted hello back and told her I was fine. I paused a moment and then told her the reason of my visit.
Ms. Reed was hesitant to talk at first and my first instinct was to think she didn’t remember the incident. Though, I quickly bashed that idea. Spirit walkers remember everything though depending on how long ago the incident happened it may take awhile for it to come back. Of the many differences between Earth and Reverie, that is one I’ve always had trouble with.
Ms. Reed finally mindpatted me.
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I wasn’t in the best of moods that night, dearie so I was going to get some pastries from the Bakery to make myself happier. It’s a bad habit I know, but I can’t get fat now so why not? It was dark outside on Grace St. that night so I naturally moved a little faster and kept my eyes peeled for any movements. Though, it wasn’t my eyes that gave away anything suspicious. My mind told me that there was a sound coming from the bushes lining the golden pavement. I was standing in front of the Time Out Center. Then I heard the most peculiar sound. It was a voice. Someone muttering. Though it wasn’t in the form of a mind pat, dearie. I actually heard a human voice! I was stunned and terrified at the same time. Who could have gotten into Reverie without having a Circle ceremony? I looked over to the bushes again to see if I could see someone of flesh. I did. I hadn’t seen it before though it was a boy. He was coming out of bushes outside a window of the Time Out Center. His hands kept on moving all over his body as if surprised to feel his own flesh under them. I then heard him yell and he disappeared. Just like that. Drew, believe me, I thought I was crazy. I forgot about my pastries and hurried back here to regain my composure. I must have been a light green then and still at that color, fright like that is not healthiest thing in Reverie. It was only when I saw Michael a few months ago that I knew I wasn’t delirious at all.
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She paused. I could see that tears were forming in her eyes when I looked up at her from my notebook. I had been taking copious notes.
