By Purrsia Kat
Mogor smiled with self-satisfaction. Pollux had been relatively easy to take over. Sure, there had been pockets of resistance, but they were quickly put down. Zarkon had been right, of course. Most of the people were weary and war torn and didn’t put up much of a fight, while those that did resist had little time to rally and few resources at their disposal – most of that had been put into helping protect Arus in the prior bout, for what that got them. Doom had the upper hand, and Mogor intended to do his part to help keep things that way.
Now his troops were busy establishing themselves to take full advantage of Pollux’s location and fuel resources for their prime objective – to take Arus once and for all in the name of Doom.
He surveyed the green countryside from atop the royal castle, and wondered if Zarkon would consider allowing him to run the planet when all was done. He felt he certainly earned that much.
Before Mogor let his thoughts grow too fanciful, he ordered
a guard to find out how things were going on Arus with the mini-assault. This
information would let him know how much time they had to get things in place on
Pollux and call for the
Things had to be done quickly but properly. This was sometimes a difficult balance to strike, but Mogor was confident he could manage it. Yurak, the commander in charge before him, had been a hard act to follow. But as good as Yurak’s track record had been, when he started to slip, Zarkon showed little mercy. And Mogor certainly did not want to meet the same – or worse – fate as his predecessor.
All he needed was a little more time. Time to get a firm grip in Pollux, regroup his forces and deliver a death blow to Arus. The Voltron Force was splintered and their ships had to be worse for wear. By all estimations, the hardest part should be over and the rest of the mission, much easier than what he was used to. However, he was wise enough not to underestimate his enemy and began to grow impatient for the guard to return with word of the status on Arus.
“What could be keeping that bag of bolts?” he thought impatiently.
***********
Allura held her breath as she laid the pen down next to the documents without having signed them. She couldn’t bear to look Lotor in the eye, but she could feel the weight of his stare on her from where he sat across the table.
It seemed like minutes had passed by before he spoke, but in reality it had been but a few moments.
“Allura,” he groaned with exasperation. “You don’t know what you’re doing. The fate you’re leaving for your people…”
Anger rose up in Allura. “How dare you put this on me!” She looked at him with disbelief. “I have done nothing but love and protect my people. This, this is beyond my control and your reassurances mean nothing, Lotor. You have put me in an impossible position and I cannot risk everything on your word.”
He looked at her for a time without a word, and what he finally said took her aback. “If you won’t have faith in me, Allura, who will? What incentive have I to change? How can I prove to you that this time you can trust me?”
Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head. She’d entertained the idea that he could change, that there was hope for redemption somewhere in his black heart and maybe she could come to his rescue somehow. Maybe he needed someone to reach out to him, a kind heart to show him the way. But no, she couldn’t wager this much on a fleeting feeling he could be sincere this time. There had been too many past examples of his backstabbing and treachery. Not to mention, his selfishness. Her kidnapping had been the latest example. Lotor hadn’t cared what ‘killing’ her had done to those that cared for her, or what suffering her people were going through under another onslaught from Doom without Voltron to protect them. All Lotor cared about was what Lotor wanted, and this time he meant to have her in every way. The sobering thought twisted at Allura’s insides and caused her mind to reel with the weight of her predicament.
She had to make him understand her point of view. There had to be a way to get through to him while getting herself out of this corner she was backed into. Clearly, explaining to him that kidnapping her was not the foundation to build trust upon would be futile. He didn’t seem to register how his past actions have colored her opinion of him. It was time for her to add some bargaining to the table for him to consider.
“Lotor,” she began, her voice as
even as she could muster. “Show me some faith in return. Let me
go home with these papers and I will…I will sign them as soon as I arrive at
the
Lotor blinked, and walked over to where she stood. He eyed her with some suspicion. She held his gaze unflinchingly. “What’s the catch?”
Allura swallowed past the lump in her throat, part of her stunned she was making such a promise. A woman of her word, if they struck such a deal she would abide by it and become his wife – at least on paper. Of course, she was going to make sure that their marriage would entail the complete and permanent protection and peace for her planet and its people. If she were going to be trapped in a marriage of convenience and sacrifice her chances of ever finding real love, she was going to be sure all didn’t favor only Lotor’s interests.
“Obviously, I would have to ensure that the union would mean my people remain free to live in peace. No slavery, no unreasonable stripping of Arus’ resources. Voltron remains on Arus, and he cannot be used for Doom’s unethical attacks on other worlds. Voltron must remain a defender. I also want our Allies left alone. They have suffered enough. That would have to be in writing. And any reneging dissolves the union, Lotor.”
She thought she saw a flicker of a smirk on his face as he pondered her caveat. “Ok,” he said carefully. “We’ll draft another document with terms we can both live with and have a conference with my father to be sure he is also satisfied with the terms. For one thing, I doubt father will leave your Allies be if they continue to defy him. He doesn’t like to be told ‘no’. They too will have to cooperate if they want peace.”
Allura nodded. With Zarkon the sitting ruler of Doom, he would surely have to agree to abide by the terms of the arrangement or there was little point in going through the motions. Until Lotor assumed Doom’s throne, he didn’t have final say.
“And then I’ll send you on your way, papers in hand, back to Arus. You’ll sign them and be bound to me within 24 hours of your return. And it works both ways, Allura,” he added, with an edge of warning to his tone that made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “If you renege, all bets are off.”
Allura squeezed her eyes shut. This was not how she saw herself agreeing to marriage, and banished images of Keith from her thoughts as quickly as they rose into her mind. It hurt too much to think about him, how she felt about him, and worst of all, how he would react to her homecoming after learning the terms she had to strike to get there. Thoughts of Keith were soon replaced by the imagined nagging voices of Coran and Nanny before speaking the word that would seal her marital fate.
“Deal.”
************
Romelle felt something cool flowing over her lips, and willed her eyes to slowly open. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized who was holding her and offering her weary body cold drink – the crazy man from the caves!
He ceased his efforts to give her water as she struggled to sit up on her own accord. Looking around, she saw that he’d taken her to a small cave, just off the pass where she had collapsed in the misty mountains.
“I told you, you weren’t going to make it,” he said with just enough edge of smugness to irk Romelle.
“Then why do you keep helping me?”
“Because, you can’t help yourself!”
Romelle grunted, with no more energy left to argue. The man made no sense and he had frightened her on more than a few occasions. All she knew was, she had to get away from Doom and back home. She had to get word to the Voltron Force about Allura. If ever a princess needed a knight in shining armor to rescue her, this was Romelle’s moment. It’s just the knight was less willing and a lot stranger than she’d have written for herself. But, she thought with bitter resignation, she did need help and since there weren’t a lot of choices among Allies in these unforgiving mountains, this man would have to do.
“Ok,” she relented. “If you want to help me and get me out of your hair, then get me to a transport. Or – or take me to someone else who would help me on this forsaken world. Surely, you must know something!”
The man stared at her in the fading light, with a sort of odd, blank expression that made Romelle start to squirm. When she thought she wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer, he spoke.
“I don’t know why I want to help you,” he began. “I—“ he stopped, pulling at his hair and throwing his head back, as though he were going completely mad.
Romelle edged toward the opening of the cave, wondering again what her chances might be alone. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought of the ridiculous situation she was in. She couldn’t leave on her own, but the only one she could depend on was not exactly friendly – or sane.
“How did it ever come to this,” she thought with despair, once again bitter at her own role in her current fate.
************
Finally, Keith had found something that made the dangerous trip to Doom worthwhile. Punching a sequence of buttons on the PDA he held, he was ensuring the information he’d gleaned was being saved. Surely the team could use something in the data to their advantage. He also didn’t like the look of the fleet that he’d followed down to the surface, and would make note of that as well. It was time to start picking his way back through the rocky terrain to his Lion and away from the military outpost he’d been near.
So far he’d run into no problems, staying far enough away to avoid any guards, but getting close enough for his device to pick up some interesting data about their robeasts and war plans. It was an advantage that Doom was so reliant on robots and their way of communicating by transmission, and it was lucky for the Voltron Force that Pidge was able at one point, to figure out how to unscramble the signal jammers Doom liked to employ to keep their communications top secret.
The journey back to the Lion was likewise uninterrupted, but even so when he neared where the Lion was parked, he took out a set of binoculars to ensure the Lion hadn’t been discovered and that nobody was lying in wait for his return. Though the Lion was out of the way of the major path nearby and well hidden by tall boulders, it never hurt to be safe.
He scanned all around, different scanners running to detect what his eye may not be able to see – heat or electronic frequencies that would tip him off to a living or robotic presence in the vicinity. As he scanned the horizon to the west of where his Lion was parked, he stopped. There in the mountain pass was a horse drawn carriage that drew to a shaky stop. Seemingly, a wheel had taken all of the rough mountain terrain it could and had broken. Keith zoomed in the lenses, and watched as a doom robot got out of the driver’s seat and changed the broken wheel while the carriage’s occupants got out to wait.
He recognized one of them as Lotor right away, but the woman that was with him made Keith do a double take.
“Romelle?” he muttered, forcing the binoculars to their limits to get a better look. Her hair was styled oddly, and the clothes were never anything he’d known Romelle to wear before, but her features definitely resembled the Polluxian Princess. He had a view of their profiles, and his muscles stiffened when Lotor approached her and put his hands on her. The woman turned her head in Keith’s direction with her eyes closed, obviously resisting whatever Lotor was proposing.
When she opened her eyes, it was as if she were looking right at Keith. Her eyes had a look of sad resignation in them, and Keith thought they held a particular familiarity too. Again, he pondered the incredible resemblance between Allura and her cousin, and pushed the strange thought out of his mind that it wasn’t Romelle down there with Lotor, but Allura herself. That, he admonished himself, was beyond wishful thinking and just flat out bizarre. If Allura were by some miracle alive, the last place she’d wind up was in Lotor’s arms. Romelle, on the other hand, always seemed to have the misfortune of winding up there.
Keith put the binoculars away, and as he dashed to his Lion with renewed purpose, he knew Romelle needed help. And he planned on rescuing her on his way out, no matter what the risk. They owed Bandor that much.
**************
Lotor was annoyed at the delay, but kept telling himself that at least he was about to finally get what he always wanted. The new documents were drafted back in the city and he was taking Allura to Castle Doom, where he had already ordered a transport waiting to take her back to Arus. Sure, she could have left from the city, but his presence was requested back at Castle Doom and he wanted to have more time with her before he saw her off.
As for his father, he was pleased that Zarkon had approved of the deal though his father had seemed distracted and not as glad that Lotor had succeeded in snaring Allura into a marriage as he’d imagined. The way the contract was written, yes they were restricted from using Voltron for their own means, but he also was sure to include a clause that said Voltron could not interfere with Doom conquests, either. There were plenty of planets to plunder in the galaxy that weren’t allies of Arus, and it seemed to please Zarkon that he could continue on with that work with no interference from the do-gooder Voltron Force.
It would be a permanent stalemate, with Arus under Doom’s umbrella and remaining neutral in most matters. Although, he had already toyed with how to bend the phrasing of the document so that Doom could get an upper hand in more areas. Unlike himself, Allura was a person of unflinching honor, and he had no doubt she would be his bride in little more than a day’s time. His only hesitation was how and how soon to start bending and twisting the document while not risking her seeing it as a total deal breaker.
These issues were threatening to put Lotor in a dour mood, as was the time it was taking to repair the wheel. He’d wanted more time with her and yet, he was eager to see her off so that the deal could be sealed. Still, it was going to be difficult to see her go, especially when she was so near to him now. Lotor didn’t know what he wanted, as was so often the case it seemed.
They stood outside the carriage as the robot worked to repair the wagon wheel utilizing the spare kept on the back of the carriage. It had been a foolish choice of transportation, he mused, but it had been worth it. It had bought him enough time to snare Allura. Lotor eyed Allura, who gazed around the dank mountainside with obvious disquiet.
He approached her and put his hands on her upper arms. “Soon, my beautiful Princess, you will be my bride.” He made no attempt to hide his pleasure at the notion, and Allura turned her head away, eyes squeezed shut. “Remember, you promised,” he reminded her, one hand moving down her arm to where a purse hung on her arm, the binding documents tucked inside. Lotor had already signed them. They just needed her signature and it was done.
“I know,” she answered in a thin voice. “You have to get me home first.”
He fought the urge to kiss her savagely and punctuate his claim on her, but managed to resist. He was going to be able to claim her in every way soon. A little more patience, he reminded himself.
The repairs finished, he ushered Allura back in the carriage, eager to get the trip finished. The sooner she got home, the sooner she would be his forevermore.
Starting on their way once more, Lotor pulled Allura close and was pleased she didn’t resist. Yes, she might as well get used to it, he thought triumphantly. Despite his earlier restraint, he considered taking that kiss – after all, he needed something to last him. And he wanted some contact where she was aware that it was him she was kissing, and not some fantasy dream of her hero captain. He caught her chin, turning her to face him and began to move in toward her luscious lips. She did not pull back, though he could feel her tense up in his arms. The bumpy ride made the effort harder to pull off fluidly, but Lotor was determined.
However, before he could make contact, she pulled back suddenly. He was about to admonish her, but noticed she was staring in disbelief at something out the window in the door of the carriage. Before he could say a word, she shrieked the last thing he wanted to hear.
“Keith!”
His cry of anger was drowned out by Black Lion’s deafening roar, and the next thing Lotor knew, both he and Allura were being flung about the carriage as the frightened horses bucked in fear.
**********
Lance was doing his best to hang in there, but the battle was only exacerbating his earlier injuries. Just when he thought he couldn’t take one more jostle, the laser fire died from the sky and things became quiet. Too quiet.
“Keith?” Lance said aloud, wondering if his leader was back and maybe, the Doom forces finally got wise and cut their losses.
It was Pidge’s voice Lance heard in response. “No Keith. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“It’s a trick,” Hunk cut in, his paranoia on full display. “Don’t let your guard down.”
The trio of Lions waited, each pilot watching in disbelief as the Doom fleet retreated until it faded from sight. But it didn’t make any sense. By all accounts, they almost had the Lions down for the count. Or at least, Lance knew he wasn’t able to carry on much longer. And as much as Lance was apt to agree with Hunk that this merely meant Doom was up to something, as they waited for the other shoe to drop and nothing happened, the more bizarre it got.
“You know what’s funny?” Lance finally said.
“Hunk’s hair in the morning?” Pidge offered.
Lance was too into his own thoughts to give the quip due merit. “There was no word from a gloating commander in that fleet. Did you guys notice that? I mean, usually Lotor or Mogor are quick to tell us how we’re going to be sorry we ever messed with Doom or something before trying to kick our butts but this time…nothing.”
There was a thoughtful pause, before Hunk voiced his thoughts. “What do you suppose it means?”
“It was a robot fleet. And smaller than what they usually send. I noticed that, too,” Pidge concluded.
Lance mulled the ingredients in this odd Doom soup to draw some conclusions of his own. “This was just a distraction. We saw that other fleet heading toward Pollux, right?”
“They didn’t want us interfering!” Hunk shouted. “Pollux was the real target – and an easy one with no Bandor and his fleet - and now they probably have a pretty good hold on it if they stopped playing with us.”
“Damn!” Lance snapped. Even though he knew there was nothing they could have done to help Pollux with an attack of their own to contend with, he knew this last assault was the tip of the iceberg. They would be in for a bigger, much more ruthless assault in the near future. He just hoped Keith was at least back by then. With Voltron, they may survive it.
“What do we do now?” Pidge wondered.
Lance suddenly felt weary. “Go back to the Castle. We’ve got to plan for the worst and hope for the best. And get word to Galaxy Garrison about Pollux. They’re going to need more help than we can give ‘em right now.”
***********
Allura landed hard on her bottom when her body had finally found the carriage door, depositing her on the rocky path before the horses ran wildly away, carriage in tow. After getting over the shock of the graceless ejection, she noticed Lotor was nearby, also cast off from the ride. She glanced at him, his eye catching hers and she knew she was at a pivotal crossroads.
She could trust Lotor to follow through and let her return home as they had agreed, or she could run to Keith now and go home on her own terms. What shocked Allura was that she actually took a moment to ponder her choices.
Lotor it seemed, knew her decision before she even acted on it, judging from how his features became marred by fury. She got to her feet and looked ahead of her at Black Lion, bounding in her direction. Lotor would reach her before the Lion did if she simply stood there, so she did what she must. Allura broke into a run toward her rescuer.
She dared not look back to see if Lotor pursued. Rather, she ran as hard as she could, stumbling occasionally on the rough terrain and ignoring the increasingly strong stitch in her side.
There was no doubt Lotor was following when his laser sword tore her gown’s skirts. Lotor was following, and he was beyond angry. Now, for the sake of her life, she had to make it to Keith before Lotor caught up with her.
********
Nanny stood beside the main chair at Castle Control, wringing her hands even after the battle dissipated. So much had happened so fast, the governess found it harder than ever to find hope in such things, even a seeming turn in their favor.
“Oh, what could be keeping Keith?” she fretted aloud. Orla, who sat quietly in the chair, let the question stand unanswered.
“I don’t know but we can’t take much more of this,” came an unexpected reply from behind the two women. They turned to see an as yet haggard version of Coran standing in the doorway.
Nanny rushed to the diplomat, imploring him to reveal news of his findings in the village. “What did you learn? What has happened to my baby?”
Coran shook his head. “Like Pidge, I found few clues. For now, it stands as a case of grave vandalism – though why they would also take the body I have no idea.”
Nanny winced, and an ache tore at her heart. It had been devastating enough to lay Allura to rest but this insult – no, it could not go unsolved, the perpetrators left unpunished for desecrating such a sweet girl’s grave. Unable to voice her strong emotions, she held Coran tight and began to weep bitterly onto the sleeve of his overcoat. He gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“I did, however, manage to set everything else right in the mausoleum. It will be ready and proper when we do find her majesty’s whereabouts.”
Nanny barely paid attention as Orla began informing Coran of
the details of the last battle along with the assault on Pollux. In her heart,
she knew Arus had seen hard times before. In fact, she thought Arus would never
bounce back after Allura’s parents were killed and Doom laid waste to the
countryside. And yet, out of the ashes rose the Lions like a
And yet, somehow, Nanny grappled with her faith in everything, from the Lions to the Voltron Force. All of it seemed hollow and pointless now without Allura. Allura, who had for so long been the focus of all Nanny’s attention and affection, wasn’t there. And with her death, went Nanny’s renewed sense of purpose that she’d regained upon returning to the Castle to care for Allura again. Try as she might to go through the motions and carry on, it wasn’t the same. This loss was different for her – more profound. And guilt compounded everything, as though Allura meeting her end so soon was a mark of personal failure as well. And Nanny didn’t know how she would ever surmount it.
**********
It was close, but Keith sighed in relief as the woman clambered into the cockpit of Black Lion.
“Romelle,” he said while connecting the PDA to Black Lion’s computers. He needed the Lion’s computers to start analyzing the information now, in the hope that it would turn up something useful by the time he reached Arus. If Zarkon were planning an attack, there would be no time to lose. “We thought you were a goner.”
She turned to him, face flushed and gasping for breath from her run, and regarded him with confusion. “I’m not Romelle,” she huffed between haggard breaths. “Keith, it’s me. Allura.”
Keith’s jaw went slack, in complete disbelief. “W-what?” he finally mustered. He’d carried her casket to its final resting place. It couldn’t be her. Keith wondered if maybe he’d been discovered and this was some kind of trickery Haggar cooked up. He regarded her with suspicion. “How can it be?”
She rounded his seat and knelt so she was at eye level with him. “It’s really me. Haggar and her cat had put a spell on me so you’d all think I was dead. Lotor brought me here…”
Looking into her eyes, Keith’s mind reeled. All those little things he’d noticed – the shooting star going the wrong way, and the voice over his Lion’s radio. There were the big things, too, like her body’s absence from the tomb suddenly added up. It hadn’t been wishful thinking but Keith’s intuition trying to tell him something wasn’t right. Wasn’t it? He was more confused than ever and he kept his guard up.
“It’s really me,” she assured him when he couldn’t find any words. He gently laid a hand on her cheek, as though to make sure she were not a ghost.
She laughed good-naturedly at the gesture, and he knew it was really her. That laugh, it only belonged to Allura. There was no more doubt.
Before he knew it, she’d reached out and removed his helmet letting it crash to the floor, and boldly kissed him on the lips. When she pulled back, he noticed her face was flushed by more than the exertion of her escape, but he was glad she’d kissed him. It was about time one of them made a move. If there was one thing this ordeal taught him was that life was too short to keep your feelings inside.
He only regretted that he was too caught off guard to properly enjoy the contact, but he was sure that would change as soon as they got back to Arus. Things were going to be different, he vowed.
“Let’s go home,” Allura said, and he couldn’t agree with her more.
They blasted off, and as soon as they cleared the asteroid barrier around Doom, he’d call in the wonderful news of Allura’s ‘resurrection’ to the rest of the team.
Everything was finally coming together.
**********
Lance, Hunk and Pidge staggered wearily into the Castle control where Coran, Orla and Nanny were already gathered.
No sooner had they greeted one another, did the alarms blare again. The Doom fleet had doubled back and was headed once again toward Arusian air space.
“That’s a lousy intermission,” Pidge grumbled.
“I knew it was a trick!” Hunk declared, in a tone that made it clear he felt he should have been listened to.
“Calm down, guys.” Lance felt, in Keith’s absence, he had to act the leader but trying to stay calm himself wasn’t always easy. “Keith should be back any time now so we just gotta buy time. All right?”
As they once again headed for the launch bays, Lance only wished he was as convinced himself of their chances.
*********
Allura let her gaze linger on Keith as they took off, her exaltation through the roof. Somehow, Keith had found her and she was going home! She still couldn’t believe she’d kissed him like that, and let the moment take her to a place of such abandon. But he kept casting looks her way and she felt he hadn’t minded at all. In fact, she thought he had enjoyed it just as much as she had, the moment perhaps not so much to blame as the release of long pent-up emotion between the two. She should have known Keith would find her – he had a knack for being there when she needed him most. She and Arus owed him so much, and it wasn’t until recently that she realized her gratitude had grown into much more. When they got home, she knew they had a lot to discuss. Allura felt she might have a real shot at true love after all!
He glanced over at her again, and she flashed him a shy smile. His gaze lingered on her, as if telling her it was all right, he didn’t mind. She tore her eyes away from him in time to look at the Lion’s view screen. To her horror, a wretched looking beast – its menacing tentacles waving about it wildly – hovered in their path.
“Keith, look out!” she shouted.
By the time he reacted, it was too late. It happened so fast, the only thing Allura could comprehend was the sound of shattering glass before she was violently slammed against the wall of the cockpit and her world went dark.
************
Haggar had watched the events unfold from her crystal ball, and laughed heartily as Black Lion plummeted back toward the mountains, smoke trailing from one of the Lion’s eye sockets.
“I hope Keith likes surprises,” she said to her cat, and it squealed its approval. Her robeast for Zarkon completed, she could afford a little trip to the mountainside to make sure the job her side project had executed was finished.
With one wave of her staff, she and Coba faded and then reappeared near Lotor, startling him.
“Ah, I hate when you do that!” he snapped at Haggar.
“Hate when I do what? Fight your battles and win for you? Lucky for you, I noticed our little intruder and whipped up a welcoming party for him.”
His eyes narrowed in her direction. “The Princess had better not be harmed.”
“Oh? Looked to me like you tried to kill her yourself when she couldn’t run from you fast enough,” Haggar shot back with a chuckle.
“For your information, old maid, I was just trying to slow her down. If I had wanted her dead, she would have been skewered. Believe me. I want her very much alive and serving me. And for her insolence, our little deal is off. She WILL marry me and I will do whatever I want with Arus, with Voltron, and her wretched friends on the Voltron Force!”
Haggar was a bit baffled by some of his ramblings, but she was sure in his obsessive mind it somehow made sense. No matter. The Princess was less her concern. She was more excited about Black Lion being down and was anxious to see how bad off its pilot was. Without the Lion and its pilot, there would be no Voltron and her Robeast would be free to bring the Arusians to their knees once and for all.
“How do you feel about a little follow-up trip?”
“Now you’re talking sense, Haggar,” Lotor said as he stalked off to retrieve his tossed sword. “Just let me grab my sword. If that meddling captain survived, few things would give me more pleasure than running him in with a sword personally.”
***********
A horrific noise and flash of light caught Sven’s attention. In fact, the force was so near that the little cave he was in with Romelle shook, and stone rained down. For a moment, he thought it might cave in trapping them. But soon it subsided.
“What was that?” Romelle asked weakly.
“We’re going to find out,” he announced, scooping her up in his arms and heading out of the cave. He suspected some sort of vessel crashed, and if anything was salvageable or there were escape pods present, he was shoving this girl onto one and getting her out of his hair once and for all.
Once she was gone, the little sliver of conscience in him would stop nagging him and he could go back to whatever life he had left – a life away from her, away from everyone!
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If I said I'd lost my way
Would you sympathise
Could you sympathise?
I'm jumbled up
Maybe I'm losing my touch
I'm jumbled up
Maybe I'm losing my touch
But you know I didn't have it anyway
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Things are wrong
Things are going wrong
Can you tell that in a song
I don't know what I want anymore
First I want a kiss and then I want it all
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Rescue
Things are wrong
Things are going wrong
Can you tell that in a song
Losing sense of those harder things
Is this the blues I'm singing?
Won't you come on down to my
Won't you come on down to my rescue
Is this the blues I'm singing
Won't you come on down to my rescue
--Resuce, Echo
& the Bunnymen
To Be Continued
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