At the house…
MK’s dad was sitting on the floor slumped against the table. She had never seen him like this before, even though she hadn’t seen him for a while.
She looked around and saw that his computer screens were all shut down. The cords had all been unplugged.
'Why would he…' she started thinking to herself before she saw what her dad was holding in his hands. It was the letter she had left on the computer screen saying that she couldn't stay here if his research was more important than her.
"She was right, Ozzy." her dad said slowly. "I put my work before her and now I’ve ruined everything. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back. Just like her mother." He looked up and then back at the ground. "The only thing I seem to be good at doing is driving people away. They probably aren’t even there. This is just a delusional belief. I actually thought I saw my daughter 2 inches tall stuck in a bug jar. That just proves it. I was so wrong."
"No dad, I was wrong. I’m here! They’re real and they need your help! Please!" she yelled desperately, but her dad didn’t notice her. Ozzy’s ears perked up a bit, but he couldn’t pinpoint where the sound was coming from.
'I need to get somewhere that he can see me, but I don't want to be chased by Ozzy again. I can't jump that far, so how do I get across?' MK thought while looking around the room.
It was still messed up from when she ad her friends had visited. Lamps and other things had been knocked down by both her dad and Ozzy. She saw a yard stick that had somehow fallen from a shelf and was now connecting the table to the ledge she was on. ‘Perfect.’ she thought. It would make an excellent bridge.
MK wasted no time in running across the yard stick to the table. It was easier than she thought. A bit unsteady, but still easy. She started moving towards where her dad was.
Her dad was starting to get up! “Dad! Look down here! I’m right here!” But her dad still didn’t hear her and started to clean up the mess from earlier, starting with her makeshift bridge.
'Great. I'm stuck here until he notices me, unless I want a repeat of Ozzy no kisses.' she thought to herself.
Meanwhile, her dad continued to destroy his work. “They were right, Ozzy. I’m only good at driving people away. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Ozzy had finally noticed her and barked at her, gesturing with his head from her dad to her. It was almost like he was trying to help her dad find her.
Her dad must have thought that Ozzy was thinking about his work because he said “I don’t care anymore! I have to find my daughter! Uggh!” as he let out his frustration.
"This stupid…" he threw some of his sketchbooks in a cardboard box.
"…delusional…" he then slid some of his displays off of the table to the floor.
"No! Dad, stop! You’re not delusional! I’ve met them! Stop destroying all your wok!" MK yelled as she ran towards her dad, not noticing tat she was now standing on the map of the forest.
Her dad started to turn her way. Had he finally heard her? She stopped running and looked up to hopefully see that had. he didn’t even look her way. He grabbed the edge of the map and started to pull it off of the table.
'Uh oh.' MK thought as she started to backpedal off of the map, but she wasn't fast enough and was flung headfirst into the side of a random jar and knocked unconscious.
To be continued…