“What
do I do now?”
Since
that night, Karma had been completely lost, wandering aimlessly
throughout the ocean like flotsam floating out to sea. He had
relived those events in his head a hundred times, wondering if he did
the right thing and whether or not this was best for Line, but
ultimately it made little difference either way. He had dedicated
himself so completely to his goal of finding Line that he had no idea
how to live without it.
For
as long as he could remember, he had something driving him. At first
it had been his hatred of the strangers, and the delight in
tormenting and besting them. Thankfully, that had not returned, even
if it would have given him the strength to keep going he didn't want
to be that person again. After that it had been his desire to find
Line that kept him going, but now that too was gone, not to return.
Was he to try to aid the strangers, as the others had found fit to
do? Or to continue trying to restore his ship to its original
condition? Both felt so hollow to him, yet he had no better ideas,
so there he sat, night after night, wasting away.
He
hadn't been back to see Lace, either. He knew that he should, no
doubt she was waiting for him, but it had already been too long, and
that promise was made under the assumption that Line would return.
Was he to go to her now, tell her it hadn't worked out, and ask her
to give his life some direction instead? He couldn't bring himself
to face her, not like this. He felt badly, but it was better that
way. He had warned her that he probably couldn't be the person she
wanted him to be, if only she had listened.
Karma
sighed and walked over to the railing of his ship, looking down at
the waves. He didn't even bother checking the signals anymore, there
was no point. He didn't care where the others went, and if they
wanted to find him they were welcome to, though no one had bothered.
It was still early in the evening, the sun wouldn't be up for quite a
while yet. Maybe he would check them just this once, it would help
pass a little time until morning.
---
Elsewhere,
someone else was sharing Karma's feelings of confusion and loss.
When he first stepped onto the ship, it was as though his mind had
been wiped clean, purged of its identity and memories. He had vague
memories of events that had come before, brief visions and tinges of
emotion, but they were all tangled up and he couldn't separate them
right now. He leaned out over the railing and looked down at the
reflection of the cream-coloured creature in the water below. He
twitched his ear, and the creature twitched back. He stuck out his
tongue and flattened his ears, and the creature made the same
ridiculous expression, and he laughed. “Well, at least I've still
got my looks”, he thought to himself.
But
who was that creature in the water, and what was he doing here? He
looked out across the night sky and tried to recall anything that
might give him some direction.
As
he stared up into the sky, the light from the stars slowly blurred
into the lights on the roof of a small coffee shop.
“You're
one of us, Line. You've been away in this world for a long time, but
it's time you came back.”
“I've
been away”, he thought, returning to reality. “But I'm home
now.”
There
had been two people who came to get him, a man and a woman, but for
the moment he couldn't remember any more than that, nor could he
remember where they had come to collect him from. Line decided to
take a look around the ship. “Maybe they're around here
somewhere”.
There
was no one up on the deck, nor in the little cabin below the helm.
The cabin was messy, in particular the bed wasn't made, the sheets
were just haphazardly strewn about the floor. “The captain of this
ship must be a real slob”, he thought jovially, before it occurred
to him that it might be him. He made the bed and backed out the way
he came. He discovered a hatch leading below, deck, so he opened it
and climbed down.
“Hello?
Anybody home?”, he called, but the only reply was his own voice
echoing off the walls. He walked along the narrow hallway, peeking
into the various rooms. Some looked as though they might have been
used at one time, but there was no one to be found right now. At the
end of the hall he came to a room with a podium at the front and
several rows of small chairs towards the back.
“Ah,
this rings a bell”, he said, stepping up to the podium and
addressing the empty crowd. “First of all, I'd like to thank you
all for coming out and supporting me, without all of you I wouldn't
be here”. He looked around at the empty room. “So is anyone
here tonight invisible? Yeah? How about that transparency, huh?
Sure, it's great when you want to cut work, but I tell you, it really
makes relationships difficult. Everyone can always see right through
you! And don't even get me started on trying to get service at a
restaurant, it's like you're not even there!”
He
paused for a moment. Predictably, there was complete silence in the
room. “It's no fun without an audience”, he thought, heading
back above deck. Perhaps this might once have been a vibrant place,
full of energy and life, but right now it just felt lonely and sad.
Back
on the main deck, he looked up at the giant white sail. “So what,
I'm expected to sail this thing all by myself?”. There were a lot
of ropes attached to the sail, but he didn't really know how to work
them. He walked up to the helm, where he found the ship's wheel. “I
know how to work this thing, at least”, he thought, giving it a
spin, and with that the ship lurched to life, almost knocking him off
his feet. For a moment he just stood there in amazement as the giant
ship sliced through the ocean, but then he realized he had no idea
where he was headed.
“Well,
I don't know anything about navigation, so I guess that's as good a
place to start as any.”
Line
regained his composure and gripped the wheel, steering it towards the
place in the sky where he had seen the vision of the coffee shop.
---
Lapse
was also in her common room tonight, sitting on a couch with Pack.
Not long after that night, Pack had really surprised her by handing
over the captaincy of his ship to the one called Snag and coming to
stay with her on her ship. She had been a bit curious about what had
happened to Mr. Karma and his friend, but she had been so busy with
her own affairs that she'd hardly had time to think about it. Right
now she was trying to explain weddings to Pack with the aid of a few
pictures she had drawn.
“See,
here's the groom, he's dressed all in black... actually, that's
basically how you look most of the time anyway, and here's the bride,
she wears this giant poofy white dress...”
“As
poofy as you?”, he asked, tweaking some of her fur in his paw. It
was still just as wild as it always had been.
“Even
poofier! ...And they walk down the middle here and some music starts
to play and...”
“Hold
on, I think I hear something.”
Lapse
frowned, a little upset. “If you're bored, you could just say so.”
“No,
really, there's a weird noise coming from somewhere.”
Lapse
tilted her head. “Actually, I think I hear it too”. It was kind
of like a low rumbling sound. “I think it's coming from above
deck, come on!”
She
sprinted up to the deck, bounding up the ladder ages before he caught
up with her.
“What
is that?”, she asked, pointing towards the distant object.
“It
looks like a ship!”, Pack said, having finally reached the deck.
Lapse
hopped up on the ledge and leaned out further to see. It was
definitely a ship, and it was coming towards them at amazing speed.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh!”,
someone on board the ship yelled.
“Is
that... Mr Karma's friend?”, she asked, in disbelief.
“How
do you stop this crazy thing?!”
“Pull
on the rope!”
Line
managed to bring the ship to a stop just before it would have hit
them. Sheepishly, the cream-furred man walked down to the deck to
see who was there.
“It
is you!”, Lapse said. “Mr. Line, you've come back!”
He
looked at her for a moment, as if he was struggling to remember.
“My
goodness... Lapse, is that really you?”
“Yes,
it's me, why don't you come over here so we can talk?”. She
lowered the plank across the two ships and no sooner had she even
stood up than he had scooped her up in his arms.
“I'm
so glad you're okay”, he said, giving her a tight squeeze. She was
a little concerned that he was going to kiss her in front of Pack,
but he didn't. She wasn't sure exactly what she would have done if
he had.
“Did
I miss something?”, Pack asked inquisitively.
“It's
a long story”, she said. It was the truth.
Line
released her. “Is the other person not with you? The one who came
to get me?”
“You
mean Mr. Karma? No, I haven't seen him in a long time. I'm sure
he's around somewhere, though. By the way, this is Pack, my loved
one. I don't think the two of you have met before.”
“So
you are the one who finally made Lapse happy”, he said, shaking
Pack's hand. “Thank you”. Pack looked even more confused than
before.
“I'll
try to explain later”, she said, giving Pack an apologetic glance.
“Actually, could you excuse us for a minute? There's something I
have to talk to Mr. Line about.”
“All
right”, he said obediently, clearly still confused. She gave him a
quick kiss to reassure him.
“Did
you just come back?”, she asked, once they were alone.
“I
think so”, he said, “it's hard to remember. I feel as though
I've been away, but I can't remember much of anything about where I
went. I know you were there, somehow, but that's about it.”
“I
thought so, it was just the same when I came back”. She looked
down at her feet for a moment. “Actually, I have something for
you, could you come with me for a second?”
Line
followed Lapse down towards the common room while Pack waited up on
deck.
“I
had a feeling that you might come back someday”, she said, “so
after that night I wrote down what I could remember about that
morning. I thought you might want it.”
She
handed line a few loose pieces of paper. On the pages was a story
about a man named Aidan, a woman named Nisha, and a love that could
never be. On the back of one of the pages was a drawing, showing a
great white orb floating over the sea, lighting the waves in its pale
glow. For some reason, when he looked at it it made him want to cry.
“Thank
you”, he managed to say, a bit choked up. “I'm so sorry for all
the trouble I caused for you, Lapse.”
“It's
all right”, she said, patting his shoulder. “It all worked out
okay in the end. Besides, this should be a happy time. I'm sure Mr.
Karma will be thrilled to see you again. He may not show much
emotion, but he really worked hard to find you.”
“Is
that right?”, Line asked. From what he could recall, the way they
had parted had been less than amicable, but he did recall seeing him
there in that coffee shop. Perhaps things had changed.
“Is
it true? Is he really here?”
“If
you mean the one called 'Line', yes, he and Lapse went below deck
just a moment ago.”
Line
climbed up the ladder to find Pack talking to a thin, black-furred
man with long, scraggly fur. The man noticed him immediately.
“Line...
you really came back.”
He
thought for a moment. “Is that you? Old Grouc-”
“Karma”,
the black-furred man corrected him.
“Ah,
yes.”
They
stood there for a moment, awkwardly. Without warning, Lapse shoved
him from behind and he nearly crashed into Karma.
“It's
good to see you again, old friend”, Line said, giving Karma a
somewhat involuntary hug.
“You
too, now get off me”. Lapse giggled. Karma and Old Groucho were
definitely one and the same after all.
They
went back to Line's ship afterwards to catch up on old times. Their
conversation was a bit strained at first, because they had both
changed so much, but before long their old friendship prevailed.
Karma reminded Line about the ways of their world and told him a bit
about what had happened while he had been gone, and Line gradually
started to act like his old, irreverent self again. Karma didn't
tell him about Lace, but she was on his mind as well, and he finally
felt as though he could go and visit her again. It was a jovial
evening full of memories both old and new, and for the first time in
a very long while Karma actually enjoyed himself. They were so busy
talking that they didn't even really notice when the sun started to
come up at the end of the night.
---
“Hey,
what happened? What are we doing here?”, Line asked, suddenly
finding himself in a strange place.
“Shh!”,
Karma scolded him. “Don't tell me you don't remember how we got
here?”, he whispered.
“Yeah”,
someone said from behind Karma, apparently still hearing him despite
his efforts to talk quietly. “That joke you told in the middle of
class totally killed, it took the teacher like 10 minutes to get the
class under control again. So worth it.”
Line's
eyes seemed to light up. Karma turned to look at the person who had
just spoken. It was a small male stranger with brown hair and
light-coloured skin. They were all seated in small desks towards the
front of a brightly lit room. There was a window at the back of the
room, and the sun was shining outside, but somehow it felt very far
away.
A
door opened, and a large stranger with grey hair walked into the
room, closing the door behind him and sitting down at the large desk
in the front of the room. “Ah, the terrible trio”, he said,
“That was quite a disruption you caused in class today. You will
serve out your detention quietly, then you are free to go”. The
man quickly immersed himself in some papers, and it was silent in the
room once again.
“I
don't mean to alarm you”, Karma whispered again, “but I think
we're in some kind of prison”. He looked around for a way out.
There was only the one door, and it'd be difficult to even get up
from the desk without alerting the guard. “Escape seems
difficult.”
“You've
got that right”, the stranger agreed, still displaying an uncanny
ability to listen in on whatever he said.
“That's
enough out of you two”, the guard said, looking up from his papers
for a moment to scold them. He quickly returned to what he was
doing.
Karma
began devising some sort of plan to get them out of there. The guard
was easily distracted, so they could set up some kind of diversion as
long as they were extremely quiet about it...
FRRRT!
Karma's
concentration was disrupted by a loud and somewhat vulgar sound
coming from where Line was seated. He had placed his hand on the
inside of his arm and was clapping it against the side of his chest,
making a ridiculous noise.
“What
are you doing?”, Karma thought, shooting him an urgent glance.
The
guard looked up in annoyance, but Line had already stopped, folding
his hands innocently over the desk and looking straight ahead. The
only one looking out of place was Karma. Helpfully, both Line and
the stranger pointed towards him as the guard glared at them.
“A
wise guy, eh? Very well, if you're so bored I have some erasers that
could use clapping. I have to step out for a minute, make sure these
are all spotless by the time I get back.”
The
guard did indeed leave the room, but Karma tried the door afterwards
and found that it was locked.
“What
did you do that for?”, he demanded of Line, “now we're never
going to get out of here.”
“Because
it was funny”, Line replied. The stranger nodded. Karma glared at
both of them. Honestly, why was he always the one who had to do all
the work to make sure they made it home in the mornings?
He
found the stack of erasers and started banging them together to clean
them. Every time he did so, a cloud of white dust blew out, and no
matter how far away he tried to hold the erasers from his face it was
impossible to fully avoid it. He coughed away as the other two fools
sat there talking in their desks.
“You
two could at least help me out here”, he protested.
“No,
we're good”, Line replied.
Karma
snarled at them. “You're doing it the stupid way”, the stranger
said, standing up from his desk and walking towards Karma. “You
can bang the erasers on anything, not just each other”. He picked
up two erasers and clapped them against the guard's papers, then
against the chair, leaving a fine layer of white powder on the seat.
Karma shook his head and continued clapping the erasers properly.
“Look alive”, the stranger said, “I hear the teacher coming
back”. He quickly took his seat again.
The
guard re-entered the room to find Karma still banging the erasers.
The cloud of white dust quickly got to him too, and he allowed Karma
to return to his seat. Line was busy scribbling something on a piece
of paper. He held it up for the others to see, it was a simplistic
doodle of Karma clapping the erasers and gagging, with his tongue
hanging out to a ridiculous degree. The stranger laughed, earning
them another scolding from the guard. Karma looked out the window
again. It was a little darker than it had been before, but there was
no sign that they would be getting out of here any time soon. He
snatched away one of Line's papers and started drafting up an escape
plan. He would pretend to drop his pen on the ground, then Line
would create a diversion. While the guard was distracted, he would
steal the key, then they would all bolt for the door, tipping over a
desk in the process to prevent pursuit. It was very straightforward,
but they didn't have much else to work with. He showed the plan to
Line, who promptly folded it up into a triangle and tossed it into
the air. It flew around for a bit before striking the guard in the
shoulder.
“Who
threw this?” he demanded, holding up the piece of paper. Line
tried to blame it on him again, but he was the one with the papers on
his desk, and that time he ended up clapping erasers. Karma smiled
ever so slightly in satisfaction.
A
little while later, the guard finally stood up from his desk.
“All
right, that's been long enough, you're free to go”. He walked
towards the door and opened it. Unbeknownst to him, the back of his
black-coloured pants were completely covered in white dust from when
the stranger had banged the erasers on his chair. “You boys stay
out of trouble now.”
“Yes
sir, Whitebottom”, Line replied.
“That's
Mister Whitebottom to you.”
Line
and the stranger giggled as they exited the room into a long hallway.
Karma was just glad to be out of there.
“So,
guys, same time tomorrow?”, the stranger asked.
“You
know it!”. Line and the stranger struck their palms together.
“Can
we please just go home now before we get into more trouble?”
It
turned out that Karma got his wish, the hallway darkened as they
walked along and by the time they reached the end the prison had
disappeared and so had the stranger. Karma started to climb up the
ladder with Line following close behind.
“Oh,
so we're back here again?”, he asked.
“Yes,
this is how it goes every morning. Haven't you remembered yet?”
“Not
completely, but when we were in there a lot of stuff started coming
back to me.”
“Well,
this morning did a lot to explain why you were always so annoying.”
Line
shook his head. “You just have no sense of humour. Other people
appreciate my jokes. Like the girl with the white fur who was always
with you”. He paused for a moment. “Where is she, anyway?”
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