Project

2.3: The Deductive Drive.

Ridley told them what Willow was like, and how she was one of jokes and humour. He talked about her large amount of time spent writing music and wishing for some relationships to be true. He mentioned how she was a quirky person, like most of them, and that (though he wasn't a good friend of Project), she was a lot like Project. Ridley explained how Willow wasn't one to always be down, and yet the few days before hand, she seemed more upset than ever. Until suddenly she turned overly joyous on the last day that they all saw her.

"Wait, so Willow actually knew Project, and became a part of this because they asked her to?" 抖阴社区r asked for confirmation. Ridley responded, "Yes, that is the case apparently. Willow had always wanted to help people, and so I guess Project had finally shown a way which they believed they could be helped."

"What did she mean when she said 'helping the dead'?" Questioner asked. Ridley took longer to answer this question, as he himself was trying to figure out the answer as well. "I believe she possibly meant that if she didn't help, Project was going to do something rash. Either that or she knew her death could be coming..."

"But no one knows when or how they die! No one can predict the exact placement of every single leaf in a crime scene! It doesn't work like that! This isn't some stupid fantasy story or supernatural phenomenon!" 抖阴社区r argued, getting more and more confused.

"I know that, but I also know that by the sounds of things, Project is way more deductive and intuitive than us, and maybe enough so that they could calculate almost anything provided the right sources. However, I feel as though there might be some foul play as well..."

"Oh really?! You don't say, eh! I never would have guessed that there was some foul play... But OH WAIT! Pessimist has already shown us that he's the epitome of censorship! What a surprise!" 抖阴社区r yelled.

"Oh shut up, dude. We're trying to fight a losing battle, and I do not want to be dealing with your tantrums of confusion!" Questioner retorted back. It was soon after this that they realised Ridley's sense of discomfort fill the car. "Sorry about that, just this Mystery has been ongoing for months, with no sign of hope. Now that we finally get some answers, and then realise that no matter what we were 'meant' to see this at this time, it's annoying to say the least. Pessimist, Project, they're all taunting us with the answer, by giving us riddles and metaphors and trick questions. Only then to realise that the answer was sitting right in our faces anyways. I want to solve this, I need to solve this, but as every minute passes, I can't help but feel as though I'm less likely to actually succeed."

The journey fell silent, everyone feeling confused, stressed and worried for everything they've worked for. Nothing seemed to be going right, and now there were two people's lives on their hands. Questioner stared at the road, trying to focus ahead but still having his mind clouded by the Mystery that even he now believed was unsolvable. 抖阴社区r was right: They really do have nothing to go on.

The car soon came to a small village on the outskirts of town. The houses flew across the window, and the people –at least those that were finally braving the outside world after the immense storm– looked like a blur of colours and shapes. Of course, this was not the place they were needing to go, and so Questioner continued onwards. Though the weather had changed from the horrors of the storm, and acted like a beacon of hope to many, to the three in this vehicle it made everything seem all the more impossible to reach.

"Look, I'm-"

"Don't worry about it, okay? I know what you mean, but you must know that like anything I face, I shall try my best to make everything work out." Questioner interrupted 抖阴社区r, not really in the mood for an overly sympathetic apology. So instead of listening to this, Questioner changed the subject, "So, do you know this 'Thomas' person, Ridley?"