Restored (Part 2)

So, that was a lot of wordage last time. Kind of a huge wall o' text. Which, is never really fun to read. So Instead of putting the second half of the story in one post, I'm dividing it into two. Easier on the eyes, and your mouse wheel.
There's not much more to say in this post... oh that's right. I said I would talk about the Light themes... or Light saga, or whatever it is that call them. Well, those really should have their own posting so you're going to have to wait just a biiiiiit longer on that front. And not the normal six months between posts from before. Maybe a wait until Thursday would be in order for that. Enough on that topic though, today is for part two of Restored.
A little more about the story- Restored is actually the early form of another story, called Clinical Trials. Both carry themes of the march of progress and the toll that can take, but in different forms.
Side note, Clinical Trials is also related to Rain, so in away you could say that this story is the grand father of the Light Themes. Or you could say that this is just a story and to stop putting words on top of it cause you want to read it. Both are reasonable responses.
So here you go- Restored, part 2

The rain buffeted the window, making it nearly impossible to see through. Trevor drove on, eager to show off his driving skills. He turned out of the parking lot at full speed. He tried to go straight, but the car continued to spin. Suddenly to white orbs appeared, growing larger and larger by the second until…

With a gasp Elizabeth Blake opened her eyes, quivering with fright. It took her several long minutes to realize she was not in Trevor’s car, but in her own bed in her own room. “It was just a dream,” she whispered as she lay there. Just a dream, but a very vivid dream. She could still feel the fear that had gripped her as she watched the other car approach. It was just a dream. She rolled over, planning on going back to sleep when she saw the clock on her bed stand.

“Shit, it’s already 7:30! I’m going to be late for school.” Hurriedly she jumped out of bed, putting on a fresh set of clothes before heading downstairs for a quick breakfast.

She walked down, hearing clearly her mother in the kitchen below. Her mom was always up early, usually both of her parents were. Maybe her dad was sick. He had been under a lot of stress recently, trying to finish up whatever project it was that he did in his lab. Something about rotting fruit Elizabeth thought. He was very secretive about his work, though it was hard to hide how worried he was about it. Mrs. Henderson said the surest way to get sick was to stress out, which was probably way everyone seemed to get sick around finals.

As she neared the bottom of the stairs she started to notice a new sound, mixed with the usual sounds of morning preparedness, crying. Elizabeth hurried down the last few steps, and ran into the kitchen to see her mother sobbing over her bowl of cereal.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Thoughts of her father raced through Elizabeth’s head, was he sick? Was there an accident at the lab? Was he dead?

Her mother gave a start, when Elizabeth’s voice. She turned her head, eyes wide as she stared at her, as if Elizabeth was a stranger in her house. Her mouth opened and closed like she was trying to speak but no words came out. Jerkily, she stood up from her chair, eyes locked on Elizabeth until her voice managed to produce one whispered word, “You.” Then she screamed.

Elizabeth was terrified. She had never seen anyone react that way, the fact that it was her own mother only made it worse. What was happening?

“Honey, are you OK?” Her father rushed into the kitchen, drawn to his wife’s screams. He was running to her, but when his eyes found Elizabeth, he stopped dead in his tracks. Elizabeth was scared he would start screaming too, but instead he smiled at her, one of his big, warm smiles that could always make her feel better. However, right now, with her mother still screaming, it did little to sooth her feelings.

“It’s OK Margaret. Shush, it’s alright.” Her father wrapped his arms around his wife as he led the still wild-eyed woman back to their room. While he was walking out, he turned to his daughter and mouthed, “We’ll talk later,” before closing the bedroom door behind him.

“Well, that was messed up.” Though her heart was still beating slightly fast, Elizabeth went about preparing her lunch. She would have been more worried, but her dad seemed to have everything under control. If he was not worried, she wouldn't be either. It seems that her father was not the only one under a lot of stress lately. Hopefully her mom was alright.

“Alright, I’m heading to school!” Elizabeth went to pick up her keys but winced as grabbing them caused a sharp pain in her fingers. She reached for her keys again, but the pain and stiffness remained. She must have slept on them funny. Grabbing her keys with her other hand, Elizabeth looked back towards her parent’s room before heading off to school.

Well, that was a heart warming re-union wasn't it? How will this (not quite so) happy family go on? Well come back on Tuesday to figure out the answer to that question in the grand finale.

-Me