About The Scarlett Kite
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, January 13, 2006
Making plans
Category: story, 05:00 PM
Allain and I have spent the past week making our plans. We've translated as much as we can of the messages that Claire Castille left for Allain in her emails and files. Allain's been working on the project feverishly, day and night, even though he's really not well enough to be working so hard yet. He still sometimes gets headaches, and memory "blackspots", where he goes for a memory from his past he knew was there and finds that it's gone. It's very frightening for him, and for me. Although he remembers everything useful about how to function in the world: how to use a key, how to read, all his education, he still constantly feels like there's something important he's forgotten.
But he's remembered enough to work out the messages from his mother. At first I thought he was crazy, that maybe it was another effect of the memory-loss, and that he was imagining these messages in the files. But he's shown me enough to make me convinced. The same words being formed by the letters at the start of each sentence in document after document, odd spelling mistakes where the letters missed out make the same words. And the pre-arranged codewords constantly reappearing. There's no doubt in my mind she was trying to tell us something, no doubt that she hoped that Allain would be the one to find these messages. And no doubt, to me, that she wanted him to follow her. Why else would these words keep on appearing: TO ANJSBOURG?
So, we've made our plan. We're going to travel out to Anjsbourg, and see what we can find there. As far as I know, there's nothing but an empty plain, overgrown with tall grass out there. But then, I've never been - all I know is what we learn from history books and I'm rapidly coming to the view that they don't tell the whole story. It's a long way from home. Not just farther than I've ever been, but farther away than anyone I know has ever been. I guess I should warn you that I'm not sure how good my key reception is going to be, the farther we get away from the City. It might be OK, but it might be patchy, so I can't promise that I'll be in communication as regularly as I have been.
There's another thing as well that, even among all this worry, has got me very excited: we're going to be taking a car! Not a driverless car, but one of those old-fashioned ones that you drive yourself! We have bought one here - people still sometimes use them to drive out into the wild country - and have spent the past week practising and learning how to take care of it. Allain's been taking it all very seriously, studying the manual with a little frown in the middle of his forehead, but I can't help it, I'm excited. We're going on a real adventure, in a real car!