The Pandora's Box 12
Sep. 3rd, 2011 05:20 pm
A very pale and disheveled Lisa stormed in the office. The number one, section one stared at her . She was panting.
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A very pale and disheveled Lisa stormed in the office. The number one, section one stared at her . She was panting.
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The telephone ringing gave him a start. He wasn't in the desert. He looked around: home. He was at home.
“Dr... Dr Mallard? The boy will carry your luggages. Oh, the young lady is soundly asleep... You have a room next to Mrs Mallard...”
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“Sasha?”
“He's gone. You're pitiful.”
“El...”
“You ... are ... pitiful.”
YOU ARE PITIFUL.
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“Oh, you found him, Jack... I am sorry. New York will handle it, eventually, Dr. Mallard. If they need us...”
“Lisa! ... Lisa, where are you? Lisa! Ah, Li... Lisa, what happens? You're awfully pale. Sit down. Tell me, what happens?”
“The... the plane, Napoleon!”
“Alexander... Kuryakin... Mallard.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mallard?”
“It's my mam... my mother's name, sir. Elena Mallard.”
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“Mama...?”
“Yes, Sacha?”
“I ... would like.... Yesterday.... You remember, mum, the box?”
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“Daddy, papa... What is this box?”
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