Isolated Thinking

Blonde hair disappears behind the side of a building with a giggle as a white ball of fluff zooms his way.

Alan supposed he was a bit of cliche because the first explanation he could come up with was that this was a dream. Some strange holiday dream that was conjured up after falling asleep on his computer keyboard. But he knew he was awake. He could clearly recall the events that lead him here. He ignored the strange snowlike substance and tried to find the individual that was there just a moment ago.

Yori blushed, her circuits flaring lightly as she stepped out from her hiding spot. This was Alan-1, her Tron’s User! She didn’t know how to explain to her bondmate’s User that she knew all about him, nor how he had stumbled upon the System. She had heard so much from her Tron and even more from Flynn. It was an honour alone that she even got to meet him!

Alan blinked rapidly for a moment in confusion.

Blonde hair disappears behind the side of a building with a giggle as a white ball of fluff zooms his way.

The crystalline structure hid her frame as she peeked around the side with a smile. Sparkling white covered the ground before them as a lone figure stepped forth, circuits glowing brightly. “Alan-1!?” She gasped.

Alan supposed he was a bit of cliche because the first explanation he could come up with was that this was a dream. Some strange holiday dream that was conjured up after falling asleep on his computer keyboard. But he knew he was awake. He could clearly recall the events that lead him here. He ignored the strange snowlike substance and tried to find the individual that was there just a moment ago.

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

As soon as Sam parked the bike Alan turned to head towards the kitchen, leaving the front door open. He got out the coffee grounds and filter, laughing easily at the boy's remark.

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

He cringes. 

"Couldn't you see the light from my computer through the window?" Alan smiles despite the kid's lies. This was almost endearing.

It's late, and he knows that. Months late. Years even. The door is right there. A knock, or a ring of the doorbell would get the father like figure towards the door. The door that has a Christmas wreath hung on it. The whole house was decked out in holiday cheer. Sam sighed and turned back to his motorcycle, now parked on the street. He couldn't do it.

Alan frowns deeply. What did the kid think he was-- an idiot? He may be getting old but he wasn't b l i n d.