by Nadia and I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
Li'l Jo:
The smell of Tobias and the others suddenly disappeared. I sensed the smell parting away from the main road, and coming from a dense woodland. I followed it there, and right in a slightly burned spot, the trail stopped, like my friends had vanished, disappeared altogether.
Then I sensed something else, another odor, Mick's own. I began following it.
And now, weeks after, finally I have found him in a hospital, in the place I heard Tobias calling Mandelovia. Beautiful place, full of horny kittens. But I have no time for sex. I must find Tobias.
Mick is in a hospital bed. I can see him through his window, which is in front of a tall tree that I crept on. Now, if only he could see me.
Meow.
A week had passed. Shirley had been a nurse for a short while, so it was easy for her to take care of others. Mick had always been a lazy slacker, so it was easy for him to let people take care of him.
Shirley had decided to let Mick recover and not rush things. She thought that once the initial shock of being kidnapped and tortured had passed, he would be back to normal, and he would recover his memory. And she was right. After the days passed, he started feeling better and being himself again, but the lost memory didn't come back.
One day, Shirley found a cat scratching her apartment door. It seemed hungry, so she took it into the house to feed it. As soon as Mick saw the cat, he jumped.
"What?" Shirley asked. "Are you allergic or something?"
Mick picked up the block he kept next to his bed and wrote, "I know that cat!"
"Y-you do?" Shirley said, excited. "You recognize him? Is your memory coming back?"
"No," Mick wrote, "I saw him while I was in the hospital. I saw him staring at me from outside the window several times. I'm sure it's the same cat."
"Oh," Shirley said, disappointed, after reading. They decided to keep the cat with them, anyway.
Shirley thought that maybe Mick needed a little help to start remembering the last few months. "Mick," she said to him as she showed him a paper, "does this bring back any memories?"
Mick examined the picture in the paper. Several weird-looking men were fighting another group of men dressed in black, like goverment agents. There were several helicopters in the sky. One of the weird-looking men was floating in the air, and the trees around him seemed to be alive. Mick shook his head.
"Are you sure?" Shirley said. "Look at this man. Doesn't he look familiar?"
She was pointing at the man floating in the air. Mick took a closer look at him. He was wearing a large coat and a top hat. His face was barely visible because of the bright light that came from his eyes. Mick shook his head again.
Not recognizing his own picture is a bad sign, Shirley thought. She said to herself that she would do anything to make him remember who he was. Of course, she didn't know that, if she succeeded, Mick's head would blow up because of the chip.
Meanwhile, every time Mick fell asleep, he heard the same voice, asking him to open the door.