I2: Everyday Can't Be The Best Day

[Emilie]

"Well thank the flying Spaghetti Monster, 'cause we wouldn't want that. We all know what a reliable source of information Tumblr is. Right up there with anti-vaccination groups and creationists."

[Victor Freud]

"But how would I know what I have to be enraged about without it?"

[Emilie]

"I knoooowwww. You might have to think for yourself. How horrid." She booped his nose with her index finger before standing to put away the things she didn't use.

"Go to the infirmary Victor."

[Victor Freud]

"Yes mistress." Victor feigned a grumble as he got back to his feet. "Thanks for the talk."

[Emilie]

"Don't call me that or i'll get used to it, and it'll get added to the lexicon." She laughed.

Her laugh died,and she shrugged at his gratitude. "I don't know what I'm being thanked for, but you're welcome.

Maybe you should try chatting with me some other time... you know, when I don't have my feelings hurt or I'm stalking you. I'm a lot more fun then."

[Victor Freud]

"Hey, you know where to find me. And once you get a phone we can always text each other."

[Emilie]

"Finding you only continues my John Hinckley Jr impersonation.

And I won't be buying a phone."

[Victor Freud]

"Why not? I live on a friggin' farm and even I have a phone."

[Emilie]

"You know how much your parents probably pay for it? Especially now that it's international.

It's a waste of money. I'll get a cheap tablet or laptop eventually, and hook it into the wifi. Then you can email me or IM me from your phone through an app if you must. Or Skype me maybe.

Just don't email or IM me questions about my situation."

[Victor Freud]

Victor shrugged. "I guess that makes sense. I just gave my old phone to Ronnie and got a new one over here 'cause the rates here are so good."

[Emilie]

"You know Victor, there was a time when it wasn't so easy for you to get in contact with a girl. You'd actually have to write her a letter with a pen and some paper or get off your butt and find out where she was via investigative skills and footwork."

Emilie paused for a moment.

"Wait why are we talking about this? Go see Dr.McCoy or a nurse or someone already, Christ..."

[Victor Freud]

"And then you got married at 14 and died at 30 from consumption. The old ways aren't always the best."

Vic gave her a little hip check as he headed for the door. "Alright, I'm going. You can think up more references I won't get for next time."

[Emilie]

Emilie thought about pointing out that being an refined lady of indeterminable age made the unknown references unintentional, but she feared speaking up again would keep him here longer. She doubted he had anything truly, permanently wrong with him or he wouldn't have made it here. However, she suspected the adrenaline would start to wear off soon and then he'd feel miserable. And she didn't want to be giving him any ibuprofen out of the first aid kit so that the medical staff could given him whatever he really needed in whatever dose he might need it.

"Goodbye Victor."