Archive for November, 2008

Music And Memory

Posted in Part 12 on November 25, 2008 by Beverly

For she took her love for to gaze awhile

Among the fields of barley

In his arms she fell

As her hair came down

Among the fields of gold

I watch you there through the window

As you wear nothing

But you wear it so well

Tied up and twisted

The way I’d like to be

For you, for me

Come crash into me

It must be your skin

I’m sinking in

It must be for real

‘Cause now I can feel

I don’t wanna be held in your debt

I’ll pay it up in blood and I’ll be wed

I’m already cut up and half dead

I’ll end up alone like I began

I’ve taken all and I have endured

One day it’ll all fade, I’m sure

I don’t owe you anything

I don’t owe you anything

Head like a hole

Black as your soul

I’d rather die

Than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve

You’re going to get what you deserve

Part 13

The Sealed Archives

Posted in Part 14 on November 25, 2008 by Beverly

“Paul!  I think I heard something!”

“Ah, the lights are out!  It’s time!  Where do we go?”

“The archives are organized according to an old-fashioned scheme called the Dewey Decimal System.  It’s rather baffling, but if my research is correct, the Paladins’ records should be located in the southeast corner of this floor.”

“They should be in this general area.  Try those shelves over there.”

“Oh, wait, Paul!  I think I’ve found them!  Bring the flashlight over here.”

“I was right, Paul!  Here they are!”

“Let’s start getting these papers out.”

“Let’s see what we have here.  Records of donations to various charities . . . A menu from a Christmas dinner held at the Paladin Castle . . . Oh, here’s a list of Paladins who served in the Third Gulf War.”

“That would be after my time.  Let me know if you find anything dating from the 1990s.”

“Ask and ye shall receive!  Look!  A list of members, 1985-2000!  Here, do any of these names seem familiar?”

“Not really, but then, I’ve never heard anyone use specific names in my flashbacks.”

“Well, let’s keep looking.  Maybe we’ll come across something that jogs your memory.”

“See anything useful yet?

“No.  This is discouraging.  I supposed I hoped that something here that would explain everything I don’t know about my memories.  It working out that way, though.  We’ve been through every record at least twice and we’ve found nothing.  I hate to admit it, but I think it’s time to give up and go home.  How do we get out of here?”

“Oh, no.  Linnea?”

“Oh, Paul.  I . . . I don’t know how I could have been so stupid!  I’m really sorry!”

“Are you trying to tell me that you FORGOT to come up with a plan to get us out of here?  How could you have forgotten something that important!?!”