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Abigail dropped the knife thingy on a table and went back to her bed, looking around for something interesting. After a couple of seconds, she got tired of looking around and just started singing ever so quietly, while tapping her fingers on the bed to the tune.
Oliana looked at her haul. "Have I got everything?" She asked herself. She decided she did. She picked it all up in her arms and glitched back to Abigail's cell, but the outside of it.
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Abigail stopped and looked at Oliana from the inside of the cell. She tilted her head slightly when she saw the objects Oliana was holding. They were all random objects that weren’t important. Or, did it?
Oliana began to put her plan into place. She combined items that certainly shouldn't be combined, and took away parts that should have been kept together. The only person who knew what Oliana was doing was Oliana.
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What in the actual world is Oliana doing? T-This is so random, that even I don’t know what she’s doing. She sighed and rolled her eyes, just inspecting Oliana and letting her do whatever she was doing.
Oliana moved back a little to look at her work. It was only half completed, a fact made obvious by the many parts not added in. But it was well on track.
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“This is gonna take a while. Welp, I’ll just. .” And then, she turned invisible. She got off the bed and walked around her little cell, looking at everything her eyes met. She picked up some objects, but then immediately put them down, since she wasn’t as interested in them as when she picked up the object that was a combination of a knife and a object she had no knowledge of.
Oliana finally finished what she was making. "Is this done?" She decided it was. Picking up the item, she glitched into Abigail's cell. "Hey, can you become visible again?"
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Abigail blinked and turned visible. She was seen holding a pencil and quickly put it behind her ear. “What’s up? Finally done with whatever you were doing a couple of minutes ago?”
"Yes," Oliana replied simply, flicking a switch. "I've been meaning to make this for a while but I haven't had the time yet. I think it will help you. But I would rather let you interpret it: its functions differ from person to person."
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Abigail blinked, blinked twice, blinked three times and then blinked four times. She took out some glasses from her pocket, put them on and then blinked once again. There were times were everything started turning blurry and this was one of the times. “Ah, Okay. How exactly do you think that this will help me?”
"Well, everything in this building - including this cell - is connected to the Two Moons. It can be monitored as long as it is connected to the wifi. Few people know this, and that is for good reason. It allows us to stop spies before they do damage to us. Even devices using mobile data can be tracked depending on the situation. This is completely disconnected to both of those."
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Abigail bit her lip, looked at Oliana and nodded slowly. She was a bit confused, but, she didn’t show it. “Ah, I see. So, lemme get this straight. This doohickey is disconnected to the Two Moons? I dunno if I completely understood what you said. . “
"It's hard to explain. When I glitch, I go to this area that I call 'The Net'. No one else can access it and its how I travel through technology. That's what this is connected to. Not the Two Moons, me."
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“Damn, that’s actually pretty cool. You know, the object being connected to you and not to the Two Moons. So, if everything else is connected to the Two Moons and this doohickey isn’t. . doesn’t that mean. . “
Oliana couldn't connect Abigail's train of thought. "Does it mean…what? Don't do this to me, Abigail. I can't handle this kind of thing. Just tell me, please."
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“I don’t know, I’m still processing everything, Oliana. At this moment, I don’t know what to think or say or even do. I’m confused and I don’t like being confused!” She frowned, grumbled something and laid back on the bed. Her eyes looked up at the cracked ceiling and sighed. “Who would ever thought that you and I would be stuck with a mission that seems impossible to complete.”
Oliana left the device and moved back in the bed, leaning against the wall. She brought her knees to her chest and covered her face with her hands. "This is the worst I've ever felt."
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Abigail grabbed the pillow and used it to cover her face. For once in her life, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what to say to make Oliana feel better. It’d be better if I stay silent. That way I won’t be able to say anything that could upset her even more.
Tears started to form in Oliana's eyes. She looked up at the ceiling to try and stop them from falling, but it didn't work. They began to roll down her cheeks, and she decided against wiping them away.
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The silence confused Abigail, but she also welcomed it. It took her a couple of seconds before realizing that something was wrong. Usually, Oliana would be saying something super smart that Abigail didn’t understand half of the time.
“Oliana?”
"Mmm?" Oliana hummed, not really registering anything. This was weighing down on her more than anyone else. To have fought for years against a cause and then to find out it was your fault the whole time…it was devastating.
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Abigail took off the pillow off her face and threw it at the wall, where it landed at a far corner of the bed. She looked up at ceiling, interested in the cracks and what the cracks formed. “This might be a very stupid question, and I know that, but are you okay?”
To be truthful, Oliana didn't know. She could tell she wasn't: that much was clear. But she couldn't bring herself to admit it, and that was half the problem. She stayed silent, not knowing how to answer.
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Abigail closed her eyes, accepting Oliana’s silence. If she was Oliana, she would go silent, since a question like that would be difficult to answer, especially if she didn’t want to admit that she was not okay. Without knowing, she curled up into a ball and managed to fall asleep.
Oliana couldn't sleep. How could she, with so much running through her head? It would have been impossible. And indeed it was. It was made even worse by the fact that Abigail had fallen asleep so quickly.
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She had only managed to get about thirty minutes of sleep before being awoken by particularly nobody. She blinked and sighed, sitting up straight, looking straight ahead into the dark. She had thought that with the days of sleep she had lost, she would easily fall asleep, but it seemed she wasn’t going to get sleep anytime soon.
Oliana noticed when Abigail sat up, but she didn't say anything. Her eyes were sore but her body wouldn't let her sleep. She wished it would. She needed to sleep this off.
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Looking around, she noticed how awfully dark it was. The dark wasn’t a thing she enjoyed, on contrary, her room in her apartment had at least one light on, due to the fact that as a child, she always hated the dark and something traumatic had happened to her while it was dark. She slowly got off the bed, and once she was off, she started walking around in circles, hoping that that would make her tired.
"Walking isn't going to make you tired, Abigail," Oliana said softly. "It will only boost the melatonin in your system, which will make you sleepy. But that won't make you tired or sleep."
