Emily The Strange_ The Lost Days Part 20

Yeah, it'll be so jelly! Tell Ripper I'm coming. Maybe he and I can pick our next town together.

ME:.

Seriously, all I need is my mom's number.

M:.

Well, unfortunately I don't have it. Look, we'll figure out your mystery together! It'll be sooooooo peakin'!

And she said goodbye.

Man, I do not want Molly here!

Especially not if she thinks she is going to solve any mystery with ME. Or that it'll be at all "peakin'."

Not much I can do about it, except...solve everything before she gets here.

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Later GASP! OF!! HORROR!!!!!.

What was that Molly said?

"Did you give yourself another case of amnesia, or what?"

No no no please don't tell me I did this to MYSELF?????

What am I...evil?

please please let her be wrong please let me not be that diabolical I don't want to be the one keeping myself in total amnesia I don't think I can take it anymore and there's nothing I can do I've trapped myself here and how can I outsmart myself?

Later Jeez. Have been sitting here considering whether I should tear out the above entry out of sheer embarra.s.sment. Have calmed down and reconsidered the situation, which is looking more and more interesting, and...well, more and more hopeful. Really, I should have realized all this when I first read Great-Aunt Emma's letter. OF COURSE I did this to myself, to protect myself, as instructed by Great-Aunt Emma. And this is good news. If I created the amnesia, then surely (SURELY?) I had some kind of plan to reverse it.

Broggling harmwarts, let's hope so.

Later Capable of making a golem. Capable of inflicting amnesia on myself, not once but twice. NOT capable of figuring out how to keep the El Dungeon from getting knocked down.

OK. At a loss. No clue what to do. No one to ask, except...

Nah. No way. Never going to happen.

Oh, what the hey.

Um, h.e.l.lo, Great-Aunt Emma?

You there?

I need to ask for some help.

I could really use a clue on how to get Attikol out of town.

Nothing, huh? Not much of a talker? That's cool.

Tell you what, since I don't have a ouija board, we can use my notebook. I'll shake it and then open it to a random page. You just guide me to a page that has a clue for me. And I'll try to figure it out. Sound good?

OK here we go.

OK, Day 26, yesterday. OK, let's see what we got. HamHawk left. And I went to the library. Saw all your patent applications. Talked to Schneider about you. OK, not sure what the clue is. Let's try that again.

OK, Day 26. Yep. Well, Schneider is looking for your will. That's probably part of the solution, right? Let's try again just to be safe.

Wow, Day 26 again. OK, there is definitely something there I need to figure out.

OK, Great-Aunt Emma, I'm gonna work on that. Oh, and...this is kinda embarra.s.sing, but Schneider says hi, and he wants to be mayor of Blackrock.

Later Strange things are afoot at the El D!! Am very grateful for Raven, Great-Aunt Emma, and the fact that golems and ghosts get along like...two preternatural things that get along really well, instead of trying to destroy each other, or at least gnaw on each other's souls, like preternatural things normally do. Wait, do preternatural things even have souls?-Anyway.

I had been sitting around asking Raven random questions and trying to free up my mind on what my next move should be.

ME:.

Hey, Raven, are you really a raven?

Raven: .

Maybe. Sort of. Iono.

ME:.

Do the cats want to eat you?

R:.

Hope not.

Me: .

Did I make you out of dead people?

R:.

Hope not.

ME:.

How old are you?

R:.

23. I mean, 3. I mean, 93. Iono.

ME:.

Are you going to live a long time?

R:.

Iono.

ME:.

Talked to any birds lately?

R:.