@ThatBackgroundSlytherin
(Maybe Ferran can bust her out….maybe this is just as he's getting put into the ambulance…maybe we don't fast forward…idk…)
(Maybe Ferran can bust her out….maybe this is just as he's getting put into the ambulance…maybe we don't fast forward…idk…)
(Okay, do a scene where Ferran's waking up in the hospital or wherever, I've got something for Alice I think.)
(Cool! Okay..)
Ferran slowly opened his eyes. Where was he? He looked around. White walls, a heart monitor…hospital. "Alice?" He mumbled. Alice?
But Alice didn't answer: she was out of range. She was at the police station since no one seemed to know what to do with her. There were no records of her existence, of course, but no one believed her story. Of course. The social worker person they assigned to her was starting to get frustrated. "So what's your name?" he asked, for what seemed to be the thousandth time.
"Alice. Alice Weber."
"Alice… Weber. There is no such person."
The questions went round and round in circles until the grown ups decided that there was nothing more that they could do. They placed her in a foster home. And she was allowed to see Ferran.
Ferran had been crying for hours. They wouldn't tell him what they did with Alice and anxiety had crept in.
Ferran?
Ferran's head shot up. ALICE?!
She smiled shyly from the doorway. "Hi."
"Alice!" His voice broke.
She rushed forward, hesitating a moment when she saw the wires and machines.
He stared at her. "What?"
She sat on the edge of his bed. "Just glad you're okay now."
(I got to go whyyyyyy…)
(BYE WE REALLY GOT SOMEWHERE TODAY SEE YA!)
(Salutations anyone on?)
(in like 3 hours)
(Me but I have to leave for a while so…)
(Back now.)
(Hello shall we start?)
(hihi i might have to go soon, but yeah.)
(I think it's my turn?)
(Yeah.)
Ferran sat up a little. "How have you been? Did they hurt you? Where have you been?"
(virtual thumbs up)
"I'm fine, don't worry!" she said. Then she smirked. "They're kind of annoying though. The police? They just can't accept the fact that we come from a comic." Shaking her head in mock sadness, she continued, "But they eventually gave up. So they just put us is foster homes." (I'm just putting them in different homes because I feel like if they were put together as siblings it would be weird.)
(Ya good plan I brb food)
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