Starships

Chapter 33

I am giving directions to my old house to Richard. Which we both found hard since we don't speak the same language. So it involved with a lot of pointing and asking, "here?" 

We soon get to my house. To my surprise it looks the same as it did five years ago. Komi's car is in the driveway untouched. I can see my parent's red van peeking through the garage's windows. 

"Is this you?" Richard asks, when he saw that I am looking at the house hard. I nod. 

Richard pulls the cruiser over and parks. I jump up and down in my seat, excited to see what is in there. Richard turns the car off and gets out. He comes around and gets me out as well. I walk to the front door, Richard is behind me. I go to turn the nob, and find that it is locked. My shoulders fall. 

Richard pulls a black wallet out of his jacket pocket. He opens it, revealing that it is the same pick pocket set that he used on my silver briefcase. He crouches down in front of the door nob. He goes through the same steps to unlock the door as he did with the briefcase's lock. After a bit of wiggling, the door opens. I clap my hands.

"You didn't see that okay?" Richard looks up at me. I use the motion of zipping my lips, which makes Richard smile. He gets up, "Okay well. Like Commissioner Gordon said, if you need anything let us know. Have a good night, Miss Anders." 

Richard turns his back to me and walks back to his car, leaving me to fend for myself. I watch as he leaves. Once I no longer see his car, I head inside the house. It is dark and cold. I flip on the light switch and the house comes to life. I walk around the house slowly, admiring the history. I get to the kitchen and see a lonely coffee cup. I pick it up and hold it up to the light. My mother's pink lipstick is smeared on the brim. Tears fill my eyes. I put the cup back down on the counter, and continue my tour. I end up in my dad's study. He cleaned his desk before he left. Usually it would be filled with towers of papers. I see the splinter wood from our argument many years ago. I walk upstairs, I stop when I see Komi's black suitcase. I crawl over to the open suitcase. Komi's clothes are neatly folded in the case. She must had planned on leaving when we got back. I pull a NYU sweatshirt out and breath in her scent. The smell of flowers fill my nose. That is when the tears finally start streaming down my face. 

I ball myself on the floor and cry. I hug Komi's sweatshirt tightly, as if I am afraid that someone is going to take it from me.

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I woke up, seeing the sunset. I am still clutching the the sweatshirt. There are now tear stains on the sweatshirt. I sit up and rub my swollen eyes. I bolt up when I hear my stomach growl. Food, I need food. I peel myself off the floor, leaving the sweatshirt behind. I go back to the kitchen and open the cabinets. There is a few canned goods and boxes of noodles. I take box of noodles and bring it to the stove. I find where my mother kept the pots, and took out a biggest one that I could find. I remember making pasta with my mom. I go to the faucet and filled the pot with water, then I set it on the stovetop, turning it on. 

As the water is boiling I open the fridge to find a few things. A pitcher of water, eggs, fruit that should not be soft, and an unopened jug of milk. I take the water and fill myself up a cold glass of water. I hear the water boiling and add the whole box of pasta into the pot. 

Don't forget to stir it! I can hear my mom yell at me. I grab a wooden spoon and stirred. Soon enough I made myself some noodles. Unfortunately I did not get to the part of how to make sauce with my mom, but this will satisfy my stomach for now. I take a plate and scoop out a healthy amount onto it, knowing myself and the state that I am in, I will be coming back for seconds. 

I take my cup and plate, grabbed a fork from a drawer, and walked carefully to the living room. I put my dinner on the table and reached for the remote for the TV. The news came on. The same female news reporter from years ago is still working. She is giving us the weather update. Based on the weather update, I learned that it is becoming winter. The girl gets cut off for a commercial break. I eat while I am watching the news. Nothing about the Joker comes about, so he must still be in prison. But according to another reporter there has been stolen artifacts from the museum. The same museum that the gala was at. I hover back into the kitchen to get my second serving, keeping my eyes glued on the TV.