The Drug - Part II

If one assumes that the hypothesis that ‘something changed’ stands true, the next step would be to find out exactly what it was that was not the same as before.

Nothing about the subject or her surroundings was changed from the year before. What possible reason was there for her to suddenly be "in a better place"?

These karmic, mystical explanations for life don't hold much water. There's always a factual explanation.

So, in an effort to get to the bottom of things, we decided to stalk our subject. And I noticed one particular difference from the many years before. But that made even lesser sense than when we were uninformed.

There was, apparently, someone who she was interested in. Who seemed, inexplicably, interested in her. We figured he was under a spell, and in my mind, I'd already begun searching for titles for a paper on love potions and voodoo. What other possible reason could he have for spending the inordinate amounts of time with her that he did?

Believe me, this was the subject of my investigation for a long time. NOT the most captivating company, that girl. But after looking at the two of them together, we were forced to accept that there were no such elements.

This was more baffling than anything yet. So this boy, good looking, well-read, intelligent, well liked, he was interested in THIS specimen of humanity??

He was under no compulsion to display interest. So he was in this out of choice.

It made no sense.

Then we met this creature who used the same old line on me: "I've been watching you"

From someone barely a foot high, it missed its mark of menace rather entirely. But I humoured her and asked her why she'd been watching me.

She offered to explain if not why he was interested in her, why she was "In a better place". It was an offer I couldn't refuse. Sources are always welcome in my line of work.

The creature began to talk...

"Right, so this dimwit girl, right? She's the last person I'd expect him to fall for, so don't ask me why and all. I'm disappointed. He's adorable and so thoughtful; he's like the perfect boy. But anyway, they expressed interest in each other a few months ago and, well, it seems to be sticking."

I wondered if it were right to assume that, but the creature pointed to the wooden plank she was sitting on, and told us that she was guarding against her jinxing it.

"Yeah, it's this human custom. Seems to work. Anyway, so these two. Her, actually. She's petrified that he's too good for her. She might be right. I'm not saying anything. Point being, I've never seen her so happy. She doesn't crib about getting out of bed at insanely early hours of the day; she's in better moods than ever before. She's never been so eager to improve herself than lately, and she seems to really care about this boy. If all she says is true, she feels safe when she's with him. He makes her feel like the bad is worth it, coz the good should come soon, and it might involve him. He balances her crazy (God knows how he stands that crazy) with his calm. She might know it already, but he makes her see the common sense she tends to ignore."

I made some observations as to how this boy seems to be giving more than he's getting and how that' hardly seems fair. She agreed. "Yeah, it's true. He's really tamed her. No tantrums, no whining, no crazed, angsty decisions to regret later. She's more patient than I've ever seen her before. I feel bad for the boy."

By this time, we had finished our beverages, and we had decided to give up this case as a lost cause. My first. I didn't like how that felt. But I really couldn't reach a conclusion beyond "She's been affected by this boy, who works like magic, or a miracle drug. He makes it all better."

And that, I cannot accept. My mind won't wrap around it too well.

While departing, I asked the creature who she really was and her reply astounded me further.

"Her fairy godmother. God knows, she needed one. I found him for her."

And away she flitted.

Humans and their support structures are strange.