Therapy Part Five: Danny's Questions
“Now,” said the Narrator. “Who’s next?” He scanned the room and saw the characters all going about the business their other selves were currently doing in the other story line. Nosos and the Old Man had tied together a group of piping; and were attempting to control the makeshift raft on the cement floor. Crow, who, besides Symphony who was still blinking in and out, was having a conversation with himself. Tinnese, looking smugger than usual, had his hand on the hilt of his sword. He seemed to be taking menacing step forward, towards an unknown foe. Danny, meanwhile, was in the center of the factory, marching in place.
Clicking the button, the Narrator said, “Okay, you clowns, take your seats and pay attention. It’s time for Danny to ask his three questions. Waiting for them to assemble in their required seats, the Narrator then said, “Go ahead Danny, ask your three questions.”
Danny thought for a moment; which was too long of a pause for Tinnese, who spat out, “What’s wrong with you?” his tone mixed with indignation and worry.
“Sorry boss, you asked me to switch to backup mode, in case I start shooting sparks again.”
“You were shooting sparks?!” Nosos, Symphony and the Old Man said all at once.
“Yeah, after that little skank, Anny, shanked me in the back of the neck.”
“We took care of her though, didn’t we buddy?” Tinnese coed. “We impaled her good. It’ll her awhile to expire.”
“You’re sick, Tinnese!” Nosos said.
“You’re my kind of guy!” said the Crow.
“Actually, I crushed her neck with my heel, after you impaled her. I couldn’t stand to see her suffer.”
“You disgust me.” The Crow said.
“Can we please, get to the questions now?” Asked Danny, while trying to avert Tinnese’s dirty look.
“Yes, please do.” Said Symphony. “And Danny, thank you for not making Anny suffer.”
Danny nodded curtly in response to Symphony, as the Narrator clicked the button and said, “You may proceed, Danny.”
“My first question is what happened to me when I teleported to the Path of the Way- what I mean is, how did I end up on a pedestal?”
The Narrator paused for a moment and thought to himself, ‘he had to start with one of the harder questions to answer.’
Clicking the button, the Narrator said, “Now, I’m going to tell you what I told the others; none is written in stone. Answers may change in a moment’s notice, as the story line unfolds.”
“I understand.” Danny replied
