Computers Don't Like Orange Juice Chapter Two

by Snowleopard in Florida

Lucy was still asleep.
Doctors had seen her. Everyone was hoping for the best.
But the experts were stumped. She didn't seem to be in danger. She was just sleeping, slightly frowning, as if trapped in a confusing dark dream.
For the fourth time that day I snapped out of a revery to the sound of things toppling. Great. I was standing in the lunchline, and had just knocked down a leaning tower of milk cartons.
I am such an idiot!
I couldn't help blaming myself for what has happened to little Lucy. Had I wished her into this? Is that even possible? And the puppy, he never showed up again...
I felt fingers on my wrist, pulling sharply.
I jumped, almost dropping my lunch tray.
"Mia!"
It was my best fried Tara.
Sitting down, I plucked at my mysteriously lumpy stew and looked down in shame.
"I know your blaming yourself, but you can't help it"
I looked up at Tara.
"It is my fault. Just in a very odd and unrealistic way."
Tara looked at me funny. I went back to my picking of stew.
"Well, if you're gonna go around randomly going brain dead and knocking over things, you should fix it."
Lucy's little pale face was floating in my mind.
"Tara, I know it's stupid. But I need you to help me find something. It might be the only way to help Lucy."
She leaned forward, interested.
"What's that?"
"Help me find the puppy."