posted 03-13-2008 07:56 PM                       

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Empath found himself in the room of what appeared to be a human domicile. It was even messier than Gargamel's lair in appearance, yet its furnishings were beyond anything Empath could ever imagine. A box-shaped object with a window sat on top of a desk with piles of books and other things on it that Empath couldn't figure out what they were. It looked like Handy's window-vision, and yet it was so different from the invention his fellow Smurf came up with...

Then Empath spotted something that looked familiar in the room -- about a dozen or so small figures sitting on top of the window-vision. They were humanoid in appearance, they were blue, they were...

Empath recognized their appearance all too well. Smurfs? he wondered. Could this be that this smurf had managed to find them after all this time, here in this time period?

Filled with hope, Empath leaped his way over to the top of the window-vision to find out for himself. As he looked each figure over, he saw that although they looked very much like his fellow Smurfs, they were also more like caricatures of them, all shiny and immobile. With a single touch, Empath found out that these figures couldn't have been real Smurfs but instead were made of an oil-based material that Empath couldn't figure out what it was. He also noticed they each had a stamp on them on the bottom -- a stamp with the stylized signature of the name Peyo.

Peyo? Empath wondered. Could this be the human who owns these caricature figures of this smurf's fellow Smurfs? And how could he have known about us, anyway?

Empath took a further search of the room and found more things in it that also featured the likenesses of his fellow Smurfs, also bearing Peyo's signature. There were a few comic books, some puzzles, some pictures, and a few other things that Empath couldn't recognize but he sensed they had similar imagery. Whoever this "Peyo" is, Empath figured he could use his help in finding out where his fellow Smurfs could have appeared, if they had appeared in this time period at all in their original living forms.

Then he heard footsteps of somebody approaching the room. Empath had to make himself hidden somehow so the room's occupant wouldn't be able to find him. He decided to stand among the Smurf figures standing on top of the window-vision and remain as immobile as he could, hoping he wouldn't be seen as nothing more than another figure.

A human had entered the room, a teenager being wearing clothing that was unfamiliar to Empath and unkempt in its appearance, yet the face of the teenager bore the resemblance of someone Empath had recognized from his present. King Gerard.

The young boy placed his pack by the side of his bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Apparently, this boy had a busy day, and from the looks of what the boy carried, Empath surmised that he wasn't running a kingdom like his doppelganger from another time.

"Gerry, honey, is that you?" a mother's voice called from outside the room. "How was your day at school?"

"Just fine, Mom," the young boy named Gerry answered, taking some papers out of his pack and putting them beside the computer. "Teacher says that Mr. Melbourne's gonna pay a visit to our school tomorrow."

"Remember, Gerry...the computer doesn't go on 'til you finish your homework," the mother reminded him.

"Yeah, sure, Mom," Gerry replied with a bit of rebellion in his voice. He pulled out one of the books from his pack and started reading from it.

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