I cast my gaze upon the events as they unfolded in the garage on the dying planet.
Air was beside me watching closely wondering and silently nervous as the two mortals got inside the car after it was changed into a key in to Cyberpunk’s dream realm.
The car was gone and the boy remained. The loser was left standing alone. Air whispered to him consently on what to do. He was blind and death to her presense and voice still.
Air was still half engaged. Half dipping her toe into becoming active. I glanced at Cyberpunk as he walked into the room. He stared at my sister.
“It’s not good enough. He can’t hear you from this faraway big sis. You got to get closer.”
Air shook her head. “I have been. He won’t hear me anymore. I am trying. Go to him. Give him a push. Please. Time is short.”
Cy sighed. “I can help him a bit but I can’t hold his hand or pushing him the rest of the way. He isn’t mean. He’s your people.”
“Go. I will. I will try. I will try.” Air said in a shaky voice.
I folded my fingers together. She had to do more then try. This had to work. We had to push her to take her place.
Cyberpunk shrugged. “Alright. But, if he doesn’t make it it’s on you. For not teaching him the way.” He said disappearing.