...and From the Darkness

Here it is:

Who could he have been?

How do I know him?

What was his name?

These questions plagued her as the darkness had before it. The question of how she was able to move His arm made her both curious and frightened. She wondered if she could do it again, or if she dared to.

She decided it was too much a risk to try it again, best she should concentrate on the face of the Other. So she drifted in the darkness, almost hypnotized by the symphonic rhythm of the voices which surrounded her as she brought the image of the Other’s face to the front of her mind and studied it.

Her concentration was so great she didn’t hear Him as He began calling. His voice was amalgamated with the melodic sounds which engulfed her. It was only when His voice grew impatient with a note of annoyance, she snapped out of the trance she was in.

Waiting to be chastised for not answering, or worse for the arm incident, she couldn’t answer, but only continued to wait. Then moments of clarity:

“…nothing that cannot be regenerated..." He said.

Puzzled by what he had said, she began to ask a question of Him, but before she had time to reply, His statement was instead met by another voice. A woman’s voice. The Woman’s voice.

"… talking about your body, my…" she heard the Woman’s voice say.

As soon as she heard the Woman’s voice she knew it belonged to the woman she had seen peering into the mirror before. The same Woman that she was positive she knew.

“…you truly return, knowing that…” His voice trailed off.

As the voices started to fade, she tried desperately to understand them, but they joined the countless others in the ocean of voices coming out from the darkness.

I have to know who they are, she thought to herself, Him, the Other and the Woman, I have to find a way… They are the only clue I have to who I am.