Tarvek and Gil try to figure out what to do about the situation. Follows Confusion.
364 words | [PG]
“We’re just going to have to rebuild the entire thing,” Gil said, wiping his hands on his trousers after righting the table von Zinzer had hidden behind.
“That’s going to be a little difficult when we don’t even know what Agatha was working on.” Tarvek picked up a piece of broken equipment, turned it over in his hands then discarded it on the table. “This will be the most difficult puzzle in the history of the world.”
Gil retrieved two more pieces from the ground then assembled it with the one Tarvek had put down into something that looked like a heavily modified microscope. Or a blender. Who knew. The thing immediately fell apart, and Gil let out a defeated breath.
“Maybe Agatha’s memories will come back once she rests. It might not be permanent.”
“Good point. We should get her back to her room; get her something to eat and-” Tarvek spun on his heel, peering in every corner of the lab. “Uh, where is Agatha?” Read more…