Continued from Chapter 3: Why?
by Gooz
A few days had passed, first the wake, then the funeral, having to say goodbye.
Now it was Sunday, exactly a year from the day that they were married. Ritchie sat on the beach, watching the waves break in front of the sunset. It was a beautiful sight. Nothing mattered anymore, not looking for a job, not his apartment, nothing.
That was when he felt a presence behind him. Without even looking to see who was there, Ritchie began talking, "Ace Martian. It's been a while. Haven't seen you since that Antarctica caper the feds roped us into a few months back. How have you been?"
"Good, Ritchie, pretty good," Ace replied with his English accent.
"Ritchie is dead."
"What?" Ace said, unsure of what Ritchie was getting at. Ritchie just kept looking into the sunset.
"Ritchie Stevens died with his wife. I'm just Gooz now."
"I'm sorry. I heard what happened. Perhaps this isn't the best time."
"It's all right. How can I help you?"
"I've nominated you for membership in the Meta Board League. They're still deliberating who the initial lineup will be, but I think I can get you in. What do you say?"
Ritchie nodded his head. "I will."
"Good. We are glad to have you. If you follow me, I'll bring you up to the Moontower."
"Yeah, just give me a few seconds."
Gooz got to his feet as Ace Martian began walking off the beach. Gooz looked deep into the sunset. He then pointed his index finger up and slowly placed his hand over his heart.
The End