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Introduction

Superman Pyjamas We're here. The walls are clean and white and bare. There is lots of noise, but everyone in the room is quiet: I mean you can hear the noise of the other ones in the other rooms. It makes me feel uneasy, how clean and nice and fresh and squeaky the whole place is. Dad, my dad who used to be strong and fit and muscly, sits next to me, staring at the wall again with that look that says my-son-is-missing--and-my-wife-is-in-the-Looney-bin. When Dan first went, I knew it was my fault but I thought we would find him and every thing would be okay. I should have looked. Because now he isn't coming back. So really it's my fault I put mum in here and dad into a trance. That feeling never leaves my mind; it's always tapping the back of my head to remind me. But I can hear them, the crazy people, and one is making quite a racket in this quiet but noisy place: "I Tell You Now Woman, That Biscuit Is Just Too Big. It Will Not Fit!" "Now George, It's just one bourbon." But Nurse You ARE NOT Hearing me! It Is FAR Too Big!" "Well then George, maybe a hobnob might?" "GOODNESS THEY WILL NOT FIT, YOU DAMN STUPID WOMAN!" ...read more.

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"Why, this must be Ollie! How MARVELOUS to meet you! I've heard some very fond stories of you young man, very fond indeed! He stops. "Now, I understand that today is a very difficult day for all of you, but really we have to try and continue in a normal as a way as possible. We have had some very good progress for Martha so far. Recently she hasn't been sneaking to Paediatrics at night and is now eating better. Now if you will follow me, I'll show you to her room." He takes us down a corridor. As we pass by open doors and windows, I can see people in beds, or sitting in those over stuffed chairs. One is scribbling furiously on his arm, another is on a dead phone line to the Belgian king, and the biscuit man still insists that it won't fit. I'm surrounded by crazy mental people and it makes me feel uneasy. One day they were fine and understood everything and saw everything as it is and right and well and then the next they are crazy, mental lunatics and are being locked up and they don't know why and I guess that makes them even crazier. I can see Dan, running around the house, pretending to be superman, with his pants on over the trousers. ...read more.

Conclusion

In my hand I have Dan's old teddy Mr. Mojo. Mum has his superman pyjamas and dad has a piece of peanut butter toast, even though Dan liked it really hot and it's now cold. "Right, are we ready?" mum asks. She glances at me then smiles warmly. I know she is just trying to be happy but for her this is so hard. But the Doctor said we have to let go. I need to let go. I will always remember Dan, but I need to set him free. "Right, okay. After three. One, two, and three...."dad counts down and we let go of our things of Dan's, and they drop into the churning ocean. I know somehow he will find them and understand why we did it. I know he is at peace, and now so am I. we watch the superman pyjamas float on the surface, then drop below, and the same with Mr. Mojo. The toast sinks, and I can imagine Dan at the ocean bed catching all the things and treasuring them forever. I know he will. So we turn back, and walk down the path, the wind whistling in my ears and whipping through my hair, and I run, run carefree and wild, my cheeks pink and grinning because I know Dan is dead, dead and gone to heaven, and at peace with the rest of the world, and it makes me so very, very happy. ...read more.

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