47 Why Again?

The Little Red Haired Girl

47 Why again?

In the Little Red Haired girls absence from the Pumphouse, Body was not feeling well.
“I feel physically sick” Body whined.

“Will you stop whining” Brain replied and then recognised the signals it calibrated as Body went to a ‘corner’ (even though there wasn’t one in the round Pumphouse prison), and vomited. Brain was mistaken as the facts of the matter were true, Body was sick.
“Don’t you ever feel remorseful at not believing Body without your facts?” cried Heart “Body is going through agony at the moment. Have you no kindness?”

“I deal with facts and now I realise Body is sick though I have to say, I usually get more warning through my synapses than that. There is usually a build up of nerve signals first that I recognise. There were no warnings this time and it took me by surprise” Brain stuttered.

“You still don’t get it do you Brain?” sighed Soul.
“What exactly? and I have to say precisely?”

“Body has crossed paths with so many negative and evil events, that it makes it physically sick. There is no warning, no normal symptoms for you to recognise. It just happens. It’s Body’s way to repel the evil even though you Brain and Body herself do not acknowledge it because ‘evil’ does not come from fact nor vision. It’s an energy.”

Heart was calming its beats as the sickness stopped and Body crawled its way back to the centre of the Pumphouse floor. Body had no regard for scraping its knees along the concrete, the hands that were still sore and bleeding, or its lack of clear vision. Body was just grateful that the stomach cramps and sickness had stopped.

“How can you be sick when you haven’t eaten anything? Brain asked in a kinder manner.
“I don’t know and I don’t care” replied Body as it curled up and drifted back to sleep.
“But you need to care for yourself” cried Heart but there was no answer as Body was already asleep.
“I am receiving nerve responses” stated Brain “and according to my calculations Body is sleeping far too much, has been cold far too long and needs medical attention.”

“We know” Heart, Spirit and Soul agreed.

Nana and the Little Red Haired Girl had been gone….how long? Brain could not calculate. It was still dark and this night was an eternity. It laughed at its own turn of phrase which made no factual sense at all.
Spirit with all its energy had tried to call them back to the Pumphouse but there had been no response and the gut feelings were telling Body and Spirit that they may not be called back at all (although gut feelings were hard to ascertain when Body was so sick).

“Don’t be defeated yet Spirit” sighed Soul. “There were choices and paths I marked for them as far as I was able to foresee. They will find their way as long as there is no more interference from evil, or people or…”
“Noswad” Brain stated.
“Well I wasn’t going to say that necessarily” sighed Soul “as Heart would want to hear from him.”

There was a pause that hung heavy in the darkness. Its weight could be felt by all. Even Brain sensed it. “Is this what it ‘feels’ like as you guys would say? Is this the ‘elephant in the room’ Body has heard people refer to? Am I to believe what I am calibrating?”
“Yes” called Spirit “and I am exhausted from fighting it.”
“Only Heart can answer” sighed Soul.
“Why?” they heard Body mutter in its sleep seemingly aware of the topic of conversation even though lost in the subconscious world.

“Why did he leave? why so abruptly? Why did we make so many future plans only for him not to want to talk his reasoning through with me? Why did he hate me so much?” Heart cried and the elephant appeared as a mirage.

“Hate is a strong word” sighed Soul “are you sure it is the correct one?”

“Body and I saw it. The man was unrecognisable as he stood enraged and close to Body’s face. It broke me as he assassinated my character, all of us, ‘our’ character. He was not the man I loved. The fun, the joyous childlike man I loved. I was shocked and it frightened me. Who was this person behind the mask? Who was he? and what had he done with my love? my Noswad? my friend and lover?” Heart cried again, sobs racking Body as it lay asleep.
“He gave me no reason, he would not talk and even when he did it hurt me more and made no logical sense as Brain would say. Why would he do it? Why would he do that to someone he professed to love? Why would he want me to wait?” Heart cried.

“Because he could?” offered Brain.
“Because he liked the power and energy it gave him?” called Spirit.
“Because he wanted to change our destiny, our path and our choices. It was deliberate. It was corrupt and cruel, and there was probably an agenda unknown to us” sighed Soul.

“I’ve been thinking about that” stated Brain “and in the light of recent events, I think he also had help from others, a plan, and it occurred to me, a recurring one spanning several years at least.”

“No one can plan a path that far ahead surely?” sighed Soul.

“I agree with you Brain. My intuition was telling me as much. I pointed out to him his cycles of behaviour and patterns of calling us in and out of his life. Something felt bad” called Spirit.

“But what possible motive could he have had for wanting to hurt me so much?” cried Heart “even if all of what you are saying is true am I missing something here? Please put me out of my misery, tell me?”

“Money” said Brain “we just need the pieces of the jigsaw to fit together.”
“Then we need the Little Red Haired Girl” called Spirit.
“No ” Brain replied “this is not as innocent as a child playing with a jigsaw, I shall correct the analogy I made. This is more like a game of chess, with many pieces being manoevered into place with cohesion, with teamwork, with others.”

“With time. The game is nearly over” Big voice stated.

“And if I am right” continued Brain “it involves family and friends too.”

“No!” cried Heart “I don’t want to face it. I cannot bear it.”

“With time” Big voice repeated “with time.”