Post by Fiona McFly on Aug 27, 2015 4:51:34 GMT
FIONA MCFLY'S PERSONAL LOG
Date: 26 August 2015 – 10:00 AM
It's hard for me to believe that I'm back on the old farm in my native homeland. Even after being away for over twenty-five years, it still feels like home. My fiancee and his friends risked everything to break me out of that asylum, and now they've found themselves in exile. That's bad enough, but they've also lost the ability to return to their home—something I am sure will hurt them far worse than they will ever imagine.
Whilst each of them deals with this confusion in their own unique way, I find myself unsure about how I feel about returning to a country marred by political violence to this very day.
Date: 26 August 2015 – 10:00 AM
It's hard for me to believe that I'm back on the old farm in my native homeland. Even after being away for over twenty-five years, it still feels like home. My fiancee and his friends risked everything to break me out of that asylum, and now they've found themselves in exile. That's bad enough, but they've also lost the ability to return to their home—something I am sure will hurt them far worse than they will ever imagine.
Whilst each of them deals with this confusion in their own unique way, I find myself unsure about how I feel about returning to a country marred by political violence to this very day.
Episode I
"HOW DO YOU FEEL?"
"HOW DO YOU FEEL?"
FIONA MCFLY: Resume testing.
We find ourselves inside a small room on the McFly's ancestral farm as Fiona sits down at a computer desk, eyes glued to a high-definition monitor and her fingers firmly on a keyboard as she prepares for a round of "memory" tests." She positions a small microphone close to her lips as a voice drones out a question relating to celebrity trivia.
COMPUTER VOICE: Which celebrity posted these words on Twitter: “alife is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but never preserved, except in memory?”
FIONA: Leonard Nimoy—writer, singer, actor, and director.
COMPUTER VOICE: Correct!
Fiona feverishly types answers on the keyboard as the tests go on and on, and while these "memory exams" show that the ex-Badger has managed to maintain her mental faculties when it comes to general knowledge, she becomes puzzled when the computer screen lights up with a particular question.
COMPUTER VOICE: How do you feel?
Fiona perks up her brows in puzzlement.
COMPUTER VOICE: How do you feel?
FIONA: I do not understand the question.
KATHERINE MCFLY (voice): What is it, darling?
Fiona turns around as Katherine McFly, her 53-year-old mother--appears to stand in the doorway. The two moved to Texas in order to escape the violence plaguing Northern Ireland when Fiona was only eight years old; after Fiona's high school graduation, Katherine would move back to the farm near Belfast in order to care for Martin, her husband and Fiona's father.
FIONA: I do not understand the question, mum.
KATHERINE: But you're home now. The computer oughta know that.
FIONA: The question is irrelevant.
Katherine solemnly shakes her head.
KATHERINE: Fiona...I understand that you've been retraining your mind to let go of your past emotional experiences, but as my daughter, you should know that it is very important to learn from the past—that your emotions about “how” and why” you left will eventually resurface. In time, they will making you stronger in the mind and the heart.
FIONA: As you wish—since you deem the past to be valuable.
Fiona's mother pulls up a small wooden chair and sits down next to her.
KATHERINE: Let me ask you something: does the good of the many outweigh the good of the one?
FIONA: It's just an axiom.
KATHERINE: But a very important one in our family, I'll say. You stand in here today because of a grave mistake, made by your “flawed”-feeling friends. They have sacrificed their reputations and their futures because they believed that the good of the one—you—was more important to them.
Still puzzled, Fiona simply sighs before raising her left brow once more.
FIONA: Friends tend to make...illogical decisions.
Katherine stands up and ekes out a sly grin, patting her daughter lovingly on the shoulder before making her exit.
KATHERINE: They do indeed.
Well howdy there pardner.