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Hi! I'm Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old, a journalism student in Perplex City and this is my blog all about the excitement over the search for the Cube. I'll be keeping track of what the media over there is saying about it, and maybe a little bit about my life as well!
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Friday, November 18, 2005
I made my choice
Category: story, 04:29 PM
hard drive data recovery North AndoverI talked to Brede this morning. I told him that I was thinking of taking up a place at the Carrick Tanraga Animal Shelter. It's what I've told everyone else: my father, my sister, Margot and Sanj, Iona, Kurt. They've all believed me easily. I've made cute little faces about how I love the animals so much and can't bear to see them hurting. It's true - I do love animals and I can't bear to see them in pain! That's not the reason I'm thinking of staying, though. But no one's known that. No one except Brede.
I went to see him in his room; he was exercising on the weights machine, working to get the strength back in his leg after all these weeks of lying still. When he saw me at the door he stopped, unhooked himself from the machine and sat down at the table. I told him my story, just like I've told everyone else, with smiles and fluttering eyelashes, and sadness about the poor little animals. He listened in silence and when I was finished he said:
"It's Allain, isn't it?"
And I tried to convince him it wasn't. I told the whole animal shelter story over again, but this time a bit more hurt because he hadn't believed me, and he listened again, patiently. I think I've never really appreciated this about Brede before, how patient he is. When I finished telling my story, he leaned across the table and took my hand in his. He said:
"Scarlett. You should come home with us. It's time for this to be over." I tried to interrupt him, but he didn't let me. "I don't know what kind of hold Allain has over you, I don't know what he's made you think, but it's not good for you. I can see it even if you can't. This isn't... this isn't about us, it's not about you and me. I just want you to be safe."
I stopped denying it then. I told him he couldn't understand. He asked me to explain it to him, so I did. I told him about the whole thing. About Reynolds ionizers and Viendenbourg, about Henry and Allain, about Claire Castille who vanished, about having to go and rescue them both, or at least find out what's happened here. I showed him the maps and the documents. I showed him the picture of Henry, Allain and Claire all together - I've posted the same picture here.
I told him all of this, I think, because I needed someone to know just to convince me that it was real, not some dream or a story I made up. And he listened, like he does. I asked him if he believed me and he said that he did, that it explained a lot of things he'd been wondering about, but that didn't mean I should go. And I told him I had to. I just have to go.
He squeezed my hand very tightly. He said: "Claire Castille's not your mother, you know. Just because your mother died... like that... you don't have to find every lost mother in the world. It's not your job. You can live your own life."
And I said I knew that, but I still had to go. And he just looked at me: not angry, but sad.
So I guess Brede and I are officially broken up. And I'm going back to Viendenbourg.