57Sam's POV
I wake up with the sun blinding my eyes. I glance around and immediately come to my senses. I am with Sarah, John, my dad, Adam, and BK. We are all alright. No. Ella's been kidnapped. And the others are at the Everglades. John's got a new scar. Is Six dead? I prefer to not think of it. The sight, even the thought of Six dead makes me want to die myself.
I start to think. How courious is it, not long ago I was a boy who was at school, convinced that his father was abducted by aliens and everyone would laugh. How I was most concerned that my theories weren't right. But, they were. Then came my best friend John and confirmed that I had been right all along. He took me with him. I fell in love with Six. I fought against all odds and now I'm still alive.
My dad's driving, and Adam is at the front seat snoring quietly. Me, Sarah and John are at the back while BK rests at John's lap. John is waking up, and Sarah is still sleeping resting her head on John's shoulder. He looks at me and I immediately know what he's thinking.
He is waiting for my reaction, for me to ask him if Six's still alive. The next thing he says is as he was responding to my thoughts.
"I don't know Sam, I wish I could know who's alive."
I nod. There's no point of asking him if his legacy has developed a little further. I don't care. As long as I don't know if Six is still alive I won't care much about things.
We are speeding through the driveway and heading to a deserted place we can find, as far away from civilization as we can. I fall asleep again.
After what seems 3 hours after waking up again, the sun is setting. We have been 1 whole night and nearly 1 whole day driving. We find a small lake, away from buildings and away from signs of people. We get out of the car, stretch our legs and we wash ourselves in the lake. I wash all my dirty clothes and my face and my whole body. The cold water refreshes me and keeps my mind in a steady pace. It's not circling with worry anymore.
At the trunk of Nine's car we find 2 tents. We spend the next 2 hours trying to figure out how to put them up but my dad and John take the lead and the tents are ready in no time. John then lights a fire with his pyrokinesis and starts to fish. After a while, we are eating fish and are going to sleep. John informs us that BK is sleeping in the car and keeping guard.
I spend the night thinking about Six. What would my life be without her? How could I have any kind of strength to keep going? I don't want to know.
I just keep telling myself, Six's not dead. Six's alive.
Marina's POV
We are parked in the middle of nowhere. I'm tired of driving and it's already nightime. Six is asleep and Nine's waking up. His blue eyes glitter for 5 seconds and then they fall dead. He turns back at me but is unable to speak. After what seems an eternity, he puts his hands over his face and starts to cry.
"Marina, it should've been me." He manages to speak, shaking his head as in denial.
"It's alright, it's alright." I comfort him, patting his back and then hugging him.
The anger that I had before is now gone. Now, I don't feel nothing. I don't even cry about it. I don't feel sad. I don't feel angry. I don't feel happy. I'm just numb.
Nine wipes off his tears with his hands and then looks at me, in deep sadness.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Marina."
"It's not your fault, Nine" I say to him.
I have never seen him so sad and so weak. I never saw him cry. This is the Nine inside, the one who cares about his friends more than smashing Mogs. More than any of that, he cares more about us. And I am in amazement of how Nine could change in a moment like this.
Six wakes up.
She looks at Nine in amazement too. He has never been so soft, so delicate inside. We both stroke his back as if comforting him. He now lifts his head and wipes his tears off with his t-shirt.
"We should each make something in memory of eight." He says, in a deep, sad voice.
I find some paper in the trunk and several bags of balloons. When we went and rented the car, the person who gave the car to us was a person that loved clowns. He might have wanted for us to blow balloons. But that's just what we need. I decide to grab a piece of paper, a pen that was in one of the seats, and write a letter to Eight.
Dear Eight,
Here are the things I wanted to say but I never did.
I remember when I saw you for the first time. You were "taking tests" of us to really trust. Commander Sharma was there with you. When you turned into your original form, I couldn't believe my eyes. Your smile was so bright, and your face was full of joy. The truth is, you enlighted everyone's day with that smile of yours.
One thing I never got to tell you was that I never planned to fall for you. But I did. Telling the truth, I think a part of me will always be waiting for you. But, I'll have to live with that. Now you're gone. A terrible accident ended your life, and a part of me died with you.
I'm so sorry for leaving you in the Everglades. There was no time. I regret it as the many things I never got to tell you. I regret not saying that I love you. I regret that all those times we could have been together are gone now. Vanished from all possibilities.
I want you to be more than a memory. I don't want to leave your side. I want to go there again, and see you. But, for the best, for my love to you, I have to let you go. I have to accept it. You are not coming back.
I'll always remember. And don't forget, I love you.
Marina
I attach the card to the balloon with a piece of string, and let it fly away, hoping it'll reach the stars.