“As well as can be expected, it was hard on us both and we both did our best at the stiff upper lip, but it was hard.”
She hugged me, “I know.”
“Asuna, I have just one question, and it is silly, but important. Do you trust him?”
“Krezz, yes, I remember a little of what happened all those years ago, and Krezz was always kind, and honest with me. I believe him, and I believe in him, does that help.”
“Yeah, yeah it does.”
I spent the next day and a half visiting, talking, trying to be upbeat about leaving, and having a gnawing in the pit of my stomach. I did not eat much.
In talking to Lance, and Ethan, it was clear they saw the idea of going into space a great adventure, one they would gladly jump on if given the chance. Others were less excited.
Jan 21st
This afternoon will be show time. Asuna and I wanted to finish this up as much as possible before it is time to go. I have so much I want to say about the future, and about the past, but there is no time. It is a frenzy of getting ready and butterflies the size of an airliner.
Krezz and his ship arrived at about 3:00 p.m. We were all packed, as much packing as we had to do, a couple of changes of clothes, some hygiene items, some books, some photos. Everything else was left behind, in our cabin; it would only be a cycle.
It is time, and we will walk the gauntlet of the camp, hugging, and saying goodbye. At the end of the line will be Nick, Teckla and Margo. They will be the toughest. I am shutting down the computer now.
I guess I am taking over the journal for a while.
Heather and Stephen decided not to go. They told Krezz, and I am sure he was unhappy about the loss of knowledge, but understood, or at least said he did. The lizard men show not emotion.
I was the one that was nearest the door of the scout ship. Dad talked to Nick, they hugged, and Nick did not say much, he had always been kind of quiet in those types of situations.
“Keep cooking brother, and remember that for six days in the summer you and me are the same age” Tom said. It was a standing gag that they did each year.
“Yeah, and when you get back I will make you a cake, be safe Tom.”
Then it was on to Teckla, “I, I don’t…”
“Then don’t, just be smart and we will see you in about a year” she said smiling weakly.
And finally, this was me, “Margo”, there was a long pause as he choked back the tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too Dad, and in a year we will both have great stories around the campfire.”
I knew this was hard on him and I had to be strong.
“Oh, OH! Here, I want you to take this, it is my journal. It has the whole deal from day one of what happened. If you can… add to it.” He said as he handed me his laptop.
“I will write in it and I will see you soon.” we hugged, I think that neither of us wanted to let go. But it was time. We watched them go.
Jan 22nd
So that was about the first eleven months from the start of The Event to the next chapter. It will be my chapter, the Margo Chronicles. I miss him already.
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