InsaneJournal

Belinda hadn’t seen her sister in days. Days. It didn’t matter that she had gone months before without so much as a postcard. The fact that they were in the same town together, the same house, and she had managed to go so long without talking to her twin was a crime that could not go unanswered. So she had bounced onto Glenda earlier this morning (yes, literally) and invited her out to lunch. The only disappointing part of their plans was that her familiar, Mayara, couldn’t join them. Sure, she had seen other people carting around their special animals around town, Belinda didn’t think that a large capybara would be welcome in a restaurant. She would just have to bring back a treat for her favorite rodent to make up for it.

“So, are you excited,” she asked in a tone that was all too bright as she settled into the driver’s seat of her van and buckled the seat belt. Belinda smiled over at her sister with a thousand watt grin. She had left their destination a surprise, and she couldn’t wait for the big reveal once they arrived.

Glenda had no idea what had been going on the past few days. Since seeing Star and realizing that something was definitely up with her memories, Glenda was on a mission. She was bound and determined to figure out why she couldn’t remember meeting Star (of which she had photographic evidence). She poured herself into the camera, developing the pictures and looking for signs of tampering and found none. Those photos were real and taken by her hand. So, then it was her mind that was tampered with. Drugs, drink, magic -- it could have been anything and Glenda, for one, did not appreciate it.

Slowly but surely, the memories were returning. Ones that she had not realized were forgotten in the first place. She was mulling them over, letting them digest while trying to explore through the mental mess they were stirring up. She was so preoccupied that she absently agreed to lunch with her sister. And okay, so maybe the smallest part of her missed spending time with Belinda. It wouldn’t hurt to grab a couple of burgers and chat. Maybe Belinda was going through something similar with her own mind?

“I wouldn’t say excited,” Glenda pulled her own seat belt over in front of her. “But I’m not dreading it.”

For her own part, Belinda’s memories were slowly returning as well. She hadn’t realized that she’d missed much of anything, until the memory of driving down to South America filtered into her brain. At first it had just been the experience: piling into her van and and making stops in villages along the way. After a few hours, she remembered her reasons for leaving in the first place. At the forefront of her mind was the desire to get out of Scarlet Oak, see the world and do some good. The fact that she hadn’t cared to bring T.J. along had not yet sunk in. As far as she was concerned, she was still engaged and happy to be so.

“Well that’s something,” she said in her typical bright fashion. Oh yes, Glenda’s nature had been one of the first things to strike her when she woke up -- due in large part that she had literally been hit when she jumped on her sister. Belinda knew that her twin was going to grumble their entire excursion, but she had gotten into the van of her own volition, and that was as much cooperation as one was likely to get from Glenda. Belinda turned over the engine, backed out of the drive, and the two of them were on their way.

“Soo...” It was a sign, a tell, that said Belinda was about to ask a question that Glenda likely wouldn’t want to answer. “Did you forget things over the past few days? Or was that just me?”