The crew from Soundstage 47 and I are at the hospital crowded around Brooklyn’s bed. Her outlook has improved dramatically. She’s been brought out of her coma and is sitting up and talking. Actually, the doctors say it’s a pretty miraculous recovery. She’s a quick healer.
Her family left a few minutes ago and she’s in good spirits, glad for more company. The doctor tells us to make it quick, however, as she still requires a lot of rest.
Brooklyn says, “When you said you were going to send someone to the ‘other side,’ I thought you were talking about the portal. I didn’t realize you were going to try to kill one of us!”
“Well, you know me. I always try to pick the best person for the mission,” I reply.
She smiles. “They tell me I need a new kidney. Do you mind having someone in the medical research department cook something up for me? The last thing I want is for GoPro give me his. I wouldn’t want him to think of it as a loaner and ask for it back later.”
Without missing a beat, GoPro shoots back, “If I donate anything it’ll be a heart. Clearly, you need that the most.”
“If we are swapping out body parts,” Greaser says, “perhaps we can find a replacement for that mouth of hers.”
“Just nothing mechanical,” she replies laughing. “Otherwise, you’ll want to tinker with it. Next thing you know it’ll be crashing more than a portal to the future.”
“Touché.” Greaser laughs.
“I can see the headlines now,” Brooklyn continues, “‘[Redacted] Dies at [Redacted] After Fatal Interoffice [Redacted].’” Changing her tone of voice to that of a reporter she says, “‘It happened just one too many times,’ says coworker. ‘I told them if he keeps [redacting] her [redacted] something’s bound to go wrong.’”
Laughing, Darwin says, “LT, is it too late to transfer her to another department, or is this a ‘you break it, you buy it’ situation?”
We are all laughing now. Tears are streaming from my eyes. Brooklyn is holding her side in pain, as the doctors rush us out of her room.
For a second it seems like things might yet get back to normal. But just as quickly, my thoughts turn to the next few days, weeks and years into the future and realize that we may never see “normal” again.