Like music drifting in the air (Invisible, but everwhere...) (3/3)
Part 3 Summary:
A forbidden melody, a concert disaster, and a dead scientist. Julia gets more than she asked for on what should have been an ordinary day.
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CW: mentions of blood and injury
3. Siebren de Kuiper
Complex.
Julia tried to push her way through the panicked crowds, her heart racing.
There were people surrounding her on all sides; some trying to get to the exit, some tending to injuries, and others trying to find people they knew amongst the hundreds packed in the entry hall. She heard the sound of sirens- at least the emergency services had arrived.
Her mind was foggy and adrenaline was rushing through her veins as she tried to comprehend what had happened in the past thirty minutes.
Having finished work for the day, her manager had given her permission to sneak into the concert hall to catch the last piece of Sander Visscher’s grand new composition. Het Universum, the suite was called. It meant “The Universe” in Dutch and Visscher had claimed that it was highly inspired by Holst’s The Planets, with the intention of taking you on a journey through space but going farther than our solar system.
The first piece in the suite was “Vliegen”, the piece that was supposed to have debuted last year but had been taken off the programme due to the rehearsal incident. The second movement was “Tranen van de Maan”, meaning “tears of the moon”. Visscher didn’t reveal his inspiration for that one. The remainder of the songs continued to travel farther and farther away from the Earth, becoming grander and more complex in turn.
The finale (which Julia had entered to catch the start of) was titled “Zwart Gat” and had been very controversial behind-the-scenes. This was because according to her boss who had checked the sheet music beforehand, it was very irregular, in multiple senses of the word. There was no key signature nor time signature and there was a lot of unnecessary dissonance. Her boss didn’t use the words “badly written” but they were definitely implied. Visscher had argued back, claiming that the piece would be the pinnacle of his career and would work in a way that couldn’t be described on paper. Not wanting to upset the already highly successful maestro, her boss had relented. That wasn’t the cause for its controversy, though.
The problem was that the orchestra had never rehearsed it in full.
Her manager had once again confronted Visscher about the matter, claiming that he couldn’t expect to perform it for the first time in front of audiences anticipating a phenomenal finale. Nevertheless, Visccher insisted that the players had been practicing in their own time and all would be well for the concert. He did seem nervous about it though, her boss had confided in her. Julia personally tried to trust the old man and not dwell on it too much.
So that was the piece she had walked in just in time for. The guest announcer had introduced the piece (praising Visscher’s astounding new work and making an offhand joke to the audience about the De Kuiper Incident, which got her a few laughs) and the orchestra had begun.
All had seemed fine at first. The music itself was… difficult to describe. It was unlike anything Julia had ever heard before- there was so much dissonance, and instrumental timbres that clashed were being used anyway. Julia felt slightly sorry for Visscher knowing that her boss was probably right about the unfinished state of the piece.
And yet, somehow, it still managed to sort of work. It was able to have that strange trademark Visscher effect on her body. It was eerie and unsettling and some of it sounded wrong to her ears but she couldn’t say why. It began as a quiet piano solo but gradually more and more instruments were added until it was so loud that it felt like the sound was swallowing you whole, and for Julia standing at the very back of the hall, that was saying something. She had to give Visscher credit, for being named after a black hole, the piece was doing well to be able to create that sickening feeling in her stomach.
In hindsight, maybe that feeling was more literal than she first thought.
It was easy to get lost within the music, so she couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that people started to rise from their seats. It wasn’t until the entire room was floating a few feet in the air that the screaming started. Everything (and everyone) began to move upwards, higher and higher.
Amongst the panic of almost a thousand people, most of the players continued to play, and from where Julia could see through the floating bodies, it seemed as if Visscher was continuing to conduct in the air as well. Maybe they had been so focussed on getting this piece right in their first attempt that they hadn’t even noticed- it wasn’t that different from Visscher’s technique, after all. Either way, “Zwart Gat” accompanied the terror of the flying audience.
Nearly eight feet in the air, it wasn’t long before the sound of screams overpowered the orchestra. Julia had been frozen in fright- her mouth open but unable to make noise. The only thing going through her head had been: I’m going to die.
Then suddenly the room started to be dragged towards the stage, someone had let out a loud, guttural bellow…
…and everything fell to the ground.
The chaos that had ensued afterwards was just a blur in Julia’s brain. The music stopped, gravity suddenly seemed to work again, and lots of people were hurt. The fire alarm started blaring a few seconds later and those who weren’t injured hurried to call the emergency services.
Julia was lucky to land on her shoulder. It was sore, but it could have been a lot worse. She was a lot more worried about the elderly among the audience.
During the mayhem of everyone trying to get out, Julia felt as if she had a responsibility as a staff member to help. Hurrying backwards, she held the hall’s main doors open to let everyone else rush out. As she did, she heard speculation between the shouting and crying. Some sort of graviton attack seemed to be the general theory. She heard the word “Toblestein” a few times but had no idea what it meant.
Once everyone who seemed to want to leave was out, it suddenly occurred to Julia that she should probably check on the performers too.
So that’s where she found herself- squeezing her way through the people packed in the entrance hall to get to the corridor that led to the rehearsal room further inside, mentally trying to remember as many names and faces of Sander Visscher’s orchestra as she could.
After what felt like forever and with tears beginning to form in her eyes from the overwhelming sights and sounds of people around her, she finally managed to get to the quieter corridor to be able to break into a run to get to the rehearsal hall.
Forcefully pushing the doors open, she let out a loud sigh of relief at seeing the room full of the musicians who all seemed to look okay.
Pat, her violinist friend, rushed up to her.
“Julie! Are you okay?!”
Julia tried to get her breath back and a few tears fell onto the floor.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her voice quivering. “What about you guys? Is everyone okay? Is everyone here?”
“Everyone here’s fine.” Said Pat, rubbing Julia’s back gently. “Not everyone’s here but everyone’s been accounted for on our group chat.”
Julia felt like crying again, but mostly out of relief now.
“Are you hurt?” Pat asked, and they left Julia’s side to grab a bottle of water from a table at the edge of the room. “Here, have some water.”
“Thanks.” She replied, taking the bottle and managing a few sips before noticing the lack of elephant in the room. “Wait, where’s Visscher?!”
“I think he’s okay too.” One of the other player’s spoke up, to which Pat nodded.
“Yeah, he brought us back here, apologized, told us to check our instruments, and left. No idea where he went.”
Julia had an idea.
She took a deep breath. “I’ll try and find him.”
“Hey, text me if you do, okay?” Said Pat. “Everyone’s worried about him. This was his big concert and for someone to attack with a graviton weapon…”
There was that theory again!
“Why is everyone saying that?” Julia asked, genuinely confused why everyone was jumping to that conclusion..
“I mean what else could it be?”
That was a good point. She literally helped manage the building so she knew for a fact that there was no technology in the walls or anything similar that could do it artificially, so what else would even have the power to lift the entire hall into the air?
“Yeah, I guess…”
With one final look around the room at the recovering instrumentalists, Julia left the rehearsal hall with one destination in mind.
As she walked along the hallway, trying to block out the sounds of distress from the entrance (at least the fire alarm had been turned off), she dwelled on the possibility of an attack. Graviton weapons were incredibly scary from what she had heard, but also extremely rare and difficult to get your hands on. Only the military had used them, so how would a terrorist get a hold of one?
But there was one much more worrying question:
Why?
This was just an orchestral concert, what would anyone have to gain by targeting it? She didn’t see any casualties among the audience (though there were a large number who were injured) so it wasn’t a very successful attack, if so. The only thing remotely special about this concert was that it was the debut of Visscher’s Het Universum suite…
…Was someone targeting Sander Visscher?
A newfound fear pooled in Julia’s gut as she knocked on the door to Visscher’s dressing room.
“Sir? Sir, it’s Julia, are you okay?”
There was no response.
Frustrated, she called out again. “Sir! Please, just tell me you’re okay and I’ll leave you alone.”
She had been so sure that he’d be in there! It was his number one place to avoid the crowds and he would need it now more than ever. Maybe he couldn’t hear her? Or maybe something had happened to him?
Suddenly concerned for his safety, Julia made a decision.
“Sander, I’m opening the door. If you don’t want me to come in then tell me now.”
She waited thirty seconds. No response.
Julia opened the door.
The room used to be an instrument storage room, but since the pre-existing dressing rooms were very small and cramped for a man of Visscher’s size, they had converted it into a dressing room especially for him. He’d been very grateful and had immediately decorated the room with little ornaments that didn’t really have a purpose but seemed to make the old man very happy.
They were going to remove the old upright piano from the room, but Visscher asked for it to stay. Playing the piano was a good outlet for stress, he’d said. Helped him calm his nerves.
As the door slowly swung open, Julia noticed that though the piano lid was open, it was not being played.
Sitting on the stool that looked so tiny compared to him was Sander Visscher. He was facing the wall to her left and his back was hunched with his head hanging low. His silver hair was disheveled and the glasses had fallen off his face. Although he was still wearing his impeccable tuxedo, his white bowtie was undone and hung loosely around his neck, and it even looked like some of the top buttons on his shirt were undone. His posture made it seem like there was some invisible force weighing him down.
He looked… drained. He didn't seem to have noticed the door had been opened.
“...Are you okay, Mr Visscher?” Julia asked softly.
He acknowledged her with the subtlest of movements; a slight tilt of the head which was only enough so that his red eyes could meet hers, brimming with tears.
Now able to see his face, Julia saw the stream of blood running from his large nose.
She forced herself out of shock and into practical-mode.
“S-Sir, your face!” Her eyes quickly scanned the room for tissues, but to no avail. “Is there a first aid kit in here?”
It took him a few seconds to reply quietly, turning his head away from her again. “No.”
His voice sounded hoarse.
Julia started to panic even more and moved to leave. “Don’t worry, there’s one in the rehearsal room. I’ll just go get-”
“No!” Visscher repeated, a little louder, causing her to freeze in place.
“Just let me-”
“No.” He said again, more resigned this time.
“Uh… okay?” Julia wasn’t sure what to do. If the elderly man had landed on his head then he probably needed immediate medical attention, but then again his face didn’t look bruised at all. Maybe his nose had started bleeding from stress? Either way, the maestro didn’t look as if he was alright in the slightest. She couldn’t just leave him there. “Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?”
“No.”
Well, this was going great. He wasn’t talking to her but he wasn’t making her leave, either. Which was probably a good thing.
“The emergency services are here.” Julia said after a few minutes of awkward silence. “There are paramedics out front helping people right now, I can fetch someone for you if you want?”
No response. The man’s eyes were squeezed shut.
“The police are here too.” She continued. “They’re searching the hall and trying to find out what happened. They think it was probably a terrorist attack with a graviton weapon-”
“No.” Visscher shook his head gently. “They won’t find anything.”
No..? “What do you mean? Do you know what happened?”
Julia silently prayed that Visscher wasn’t involved. There were another few minutes of tense silence.
“It’s my fault.” He said eventually, his voice cracking- causing a twinge in Julia’s heart. “I should have known better than to think I could live like this again.”
Now Julia was just confused. She shivered involuntarily as that inkling of fear traveled onto her skin. Something about this whole conversation was starting to feel off.
“What are you talking about?” She asked, unable to speak louder than a stage-whisper.
Visscher’s reply turned that inkling into downright terror.
“I did this. This is because of me.”
Before Julia had the chance to ask him to elaborate, she caught some movement through the corner of her eye. Some of the ornaments on the desk at the side of the room (a few model animals, a Newton’s cradle, a metronome) were floating in the air. She quickly turned back to Visscher, worried there was another attack, but the words fell away when she noticed his outstretched fingers.
Fingers pointed towards the desk. The desk where there were objects floating.
Every bone in Julia’s body told her to get out.
She didn’t move. “A-Are you doing that?”
Visscher said nothing, but he relaxed his hand and all the floating items clattered back onto the table. So… that was a new development.
Julia was trying her best to understand what was happening. She was failing.
“You…” The implications of this display were very, very bad. She thought back to the concert. “Why did you…?”
“I didn’t mean to.” Visscher’s voice was thick with tears. “I-I-I… I lost control, a-and I couldn’t see, and the music- oh, the music…”
So it was an accident, that was good. No, it wasn’t good, but it was better than if he’d done it on purpose. As for how he’d done it… Julia decided to ignore all of the questions racing through her mind and to focus on her crying colleague.
“It’s okay.” She said in an attempt to comfort him, taking a step closer to the man (whose shaky breaths were deafening in the small room). “I’m pretty sure nobody died, and you say it was an accident. Don’t blame yourself, Sander.”
“Siebren.” He said between the silent sobs that wracked his frame.
Thoughts started to zoom through her mind at a million miles an hour.
He said ‘Siebren’. Was that his actual name? Or was that the name of the person they needed to blame? The Dutch name seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite remember…
Her heart stopped.
Siebren… wasn’t that the first name of Dr. de Kuiper?
Siebren. Siebren de Kuiper. The De Kuiper Incident, an infamous failed attempt at creating a black hole that cost the lives of a number of scientists and astronauts. The De Kuiper Incident, the incident that had been joked about during the introduction of the suite’s finale, Zwart Gat. Zwart gat, dutch words that meant…
Black hole.
So many connections were starting to form, but she didn’t know what to make of them. Logic told her that this must be Siebren de Kuiper himself, and yet Siebren de Kuiper was dead. She wished she knew what he looked like so she could compare and disprove her notion.
As she fought the urge to pull out her phone and do a quick search, something must have shown on her face as Visscher- no, de Kuiper spoke up.
"They gave me a second chance, I… this shouldn't be possible-" He bent even lower down and his large shaking hands clutched the back of his skull. "Nnnngh…"
The words 'Are you okay?' didn't really feel appropriate anymore, so Julia just hesitantly took another step forward to show him that she was there if he needed it. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, though.
Sander Visscher, the polite old conductor she had come to know over the past few years, was actually Siebren de Kuiper the dead scientist, renowned for his failure?
A small part of her felt resentful that the only nice music director she knew was harboring such a massive secret. The bigger part of her recognized that the man in front of her, whoever he truly was, looked to be deeply in pain.
“Please let me get a doctor.” She offered hesitantly. “I swear I won’t say anything about… what you did. Who you are.”
He didn’t hear her. Still clawing his own head, his eyes were open and staring directly ahead at the wall. It was really starting to freak her out.
Julia quickly realized that his fingers were digging into where those scars had been, and felt the need to take initiative. “No no no, Sir, you can’t do that.”
She moved forwards, reaching out to gently pry his large hands away from his scalp, when the air crackled dangerously around her. Frightened, she pulled back in an instant. She could’ve sworn the very air had folded in on itself in front of her, as if creating an otherworldly barrier between them.
No touching, then. Got it.
As much as she desperately wanted to get help for what she now realized was an unstable man, she was struck with the memory of the conductor after his very first concert. Visscher, as she failed to think of him as anyone else, had been hiding away from the masses of people in this very room. The gratitude on his face when she’d told him she’d keep people away had never really left her. It was so genuine, so appreciative.
Yeah, Julia definitely couldn’t bring herself to get anyone, although she knew that he would be found eventually. Until then, she would stay here and make sure he didn’t truly hurt himself. Or at least she would try to do that to the best of her ability. She shut the door and sat down on the cold wooden floor.
She waited a whole hour.
The entire time, Dr. de Kuiper didn’t move from the piano stool. He wasn’t silent though, as his mournful mutterings and mumblings echoed around the small room. Every time Julia tried to respond, her words fell upon deaf ears. Eventually, his whispers turned back into sobs, and all Julia could do was give him space. By the end of the hour, she was glaring at the analogue clock as its ticking started to drive her to madness.
Their trance was broken by Julia’s phone pinging.
Dr. de Kuiper’s head snapped upwards, startling her more than the sound did.
Heartbeat getting faster, Julia slowly pulled her phone out of her pocket, trying not to take her eyes off the suddenly alert maestro. She glanced at the notification- it was a text from Pat. Then she read the message and her heart sank.
Siebren stared at her expectantly, almost as if he knew exactly what it said without needing to see it.
She took a deep breath.
“Overwatch is here. They’re looking for you.”
The way the man’s shoulders sagged as he let out the weariest sigh she’d ever heard made her wish she could take the words back.
If someone had told Julia when she woke up this morning that Overwatch would come to their building looking for Sander Visscher, she would have claimed the joke made no sense- it needed to be semi-realistic to be funny! But with everything that happened today, as well as Visscher’s real identity, suddenly the idea didn’t sound so far-fetched.
“How much time has passed?”
She was yanked out of her thoughts by the man speaking up for the first time in what felt like forever. He was looking at her again.
“Uhh, just over an hour, I think.” She answered, genuinely unsure.
Siebren sighed again. “Even sooner than I expected.”
“Should I…” Julia tried to think of a way to ask without being insensitive, “let them know we’re in here?”
He began to move, which made her think for a moment that he hadn’t heard her, although he was only turning himself around to face the piano keys again. With his back to her, he said. “They would find me anyway.”
“...I’ll take that as a yes.”
Her fingers shaking, Julia typed out a reply, then let out a long sigh and leaned back on the closed door.
Looking at the old man in front of her (or at least his back, as she could see his hands were shaking as they hovered over the piano keys) she was having a really hard time accepting that this wasn’t Sander Visscher.
Except it was. Visscher hadn’t changed, neither in appearance or personality. It was Sander Visscher, but it was someone else too. Someone who she was fairly sure she was never supposed to meet.
“Why is Overwatch looking for you?”
Julia knew it wasn’t her place to ask, but she had such a strong feeling that if she didn’t ask now then she would never find out. Today had been so strange and terrifying and after this revelation she needed some sort of closure.
De Kuiper sharply turned his head to look at her when she spoke, and a part of her felt so bitter when his eyes widened with recognition at the sight of her. As if for the first time, even after she spent over an hour here in this room, sitting with him and refusing to let him suffer alone, he realized that it was Julia in the room with him.
“I-I…” His sudden nervousness and stutter sounded so much like the Visscher she knew that it made her want to cry.
“Um…” He hesitated, and she could almost visualize his brain trying to catalog her presence and everything that had happened. When he spoke again, after a long sigh, the resignation returned. He seemed more lucid and had realized it was too late to backtrack.
“I hurt a lot of people. If I’m with them, it is safer for everyone.”
Julia definitely felt like crying now. After a few moments of absorbing the information, she opened her mouth to respond (comfort, reassure, anything-) when there was a sharp knock on the door behind her, causing her to jump.
Siebren seemed to spring into action, using his fingers to quickly wipe the tears from his face and using his undone bowtie to wipe the blood from his nose. Julia herself rose to her feet and, after noticing that the maestro had finished removing all evidence of pain from his face, opened the door.
She couldn’t help but let her jaw fall open at the sight of the Tracer on the other side.
They locked eyes. So many questions seemed to cross both of their expressions.
But it was only for the briefest of moments, because soon the hero’s attention was on Dr. de Kuiper, and Julia was left to gape at the Mercy who was also at the door.
“Hey doc.” Tracer said quietly, in a way that Julia had never heard from the screen.
The maestro- no, scientist was still facing the piano.
“It didn’t work.” He said quietly but with a hint of genuine frustration.
Mercy gave Julia a wary look before stepping forward and shutting the door behind her. Julia tried to suppress her inner fangirl and convey that she was only here because she’d been trying to help. She wasn’t sure if it worked, but she wasn’t sent out at least.
The doctor’s eyes were filled with pity. “I’m sorry, Siebren. I truly, truly am. I don’t know what triggered it to malfunction, but this isn’t your fault, so don’t you dare blame yourself.”
“But you don’t understand, it is.” Siebren countered angrily, turning to face the new arrivals. Julia winced upon seeing that his attempt to wipe away the blood with silk had resulted in smearing it across his cheeks. “I should have known this would happen! I was a fool to try and recreate it, I was too ambitious- I-It’s the same mistake as before, I-”
Mercy rushed forward and cut off his rambling with a loud gasp. “Siebren! Are you hurt? Let me take a look at you.”
She reached into her bag for something as Siebren pulled back.
“Ah, don’t worry. It’s only my nose. I think it’s stopped now.” It looked like he’d calmed down a little after being interrupted.
Mercy handed him a wipe. “That indicates that it broke rather than had a malfunction.”
Although she had no idea what they were talking about, Julia noted that Mercy’s voice had taken on a sadder tone.
“...Which means I will need to examine your head. I’m sorry.” The medic finished.
“I’m aware.” The man sounded far less angry now and more… defeated. There was a sad acceptance to his words. “Let’s go, then.”
“Wait!” Said Tracer. “You want to go now? Don’t you want a few days to settle? The check doesn’t have to happen straight away, right Ang?”
Mercy nodded. “She’s right. Come on, we’ll take you back home then we can fetch you when you feel ready. You’d only have to stay for a few days, I just need to make sure today’s incident didn’t cause any damage.”
Silently watching from the corner of the room, hope sparked in Julia’s heart. He’d only need to stay for a few days? The way they were talking about this situation made it seem like the man had been fretting over nothing and he was not being sent back to Overwatch (because apparently he'd been there before).
Which is why it shocked her when Siebren politely declined.
“No, thank you. It’s been a nice few years, but I don’t want anything else put into me.”
Something clicked in Julia’s brain as to what they could be talking about and she felt sick.
“I’m ready to go back.”
His response seemed to catch the Overwatch agents by surprise too.
“...Are you sure, doc? We’d be happy to have you back, but are you sure you’d be happy there?”
“It’s so good to see you again, Siebren, but we’re only here to check on you after what we heard. We aren’t by any means trying to bring you with us.”
Siebren stood up, and for the first time in forever Julia was struck with how tall the man was. She’d gotten so used to it that it had become an unimportant thing about him. But when standing in front of famous Overwatch agents, ones she greatly respected who looked so small compared to him, it seemed like his towering height helped with his argument.
He picked up his rucksack and reached across the room to place his few belongings into it. “Let’s go.”
Tracer shared a look with Mercy, and Julia could only guess what was said between glances.
“Right now?” Tracer hesitantly asked again to the man double her size.
Siebren nodded, all the sorrow drained from his face leaving it painfully neutral. “I’m ready. It's more painful the longer I stay here.”
Julia might have imagined the quick side eye sent in her direction. Her blood ran cold anyway.
Tracer looked ready to argue again when Mercy placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Do you want to stop at your apartment? Or would you rather we collect your things?”
“You can do it.” He answered, voice lacking emotion. Like that dreaded music that started all this, it sounded wrong.
“Alright.” Mercy said. Her voice was calm and firm but her face betrayed her sadness and reluctance. Julia really wanted to speak up in defense of Visscher before he walked out of this room forever, but knew it wasn’t her place.
It hadn’t been her place to know any of this either…
Screw it.
“Please, Sir!” She called. All three heads turned to look at her in surprise. “Please don’t leave. Think about how successful you are! Are you really going to just leave that behind? This can all be covered up so easily- I’ll do it myself if I have to.”
The maestro’s mouth twitched.
She continued. “The music world loves you, your orchestra loves you, and I think Overwatch loves you too. Everyone only wants what’s best for you, and while you’re the only one who can make that decision, I don’t want you to make the wrong one. I care about you, Sander.”
Her eyes widened.
“S-Siebren.” She quickly corrected.
The Overwatch agents turned back to look at Siebren, whose lip had started to quiver. After a few seconds, the emotionless mask cracked, and the frown was evident on his face.
“I care about you all too.” He replied shakily. “I-I… I just can’t bring myself to stay here when I could hurt you again. Maybe… maybe we could keep in touch, though? I could visit, sometimes?”
It was phrased as a question that wasn’t directed at her.
Mercy smiled too, small and relieved. “Of course you can. Just say the word and we can arrange it.”
“I’ll fly you over anytime!” Tracer agreed.
After what felt like an eternity of a day, Julia finally smiled too. “I’d love that! Please keep in touch. I’ll miss you.”
Slinging his rucksack onto his broad shoulder, Sieben wiped away stray tears. “You’ve been very kind, my friend. This was not as bad as I imagined. Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“Never.”
Of all of the ways she thought today would go, she wouldn’t have been able to think this up even in her craziest dreams. Sander Visscher, the man that she’d gotten to know and befriend over the past three years, was a dead man in disguise. Not just any dead man, either. Dr. Siebren de Kuiper, the infamous astrophysicist whose name had become synonymous with Icarus. She’d never given much more thought to the man. Another scientist, another experiment, another failure- despite its epic proportions.
But after today… she might rethink what she took from similar stories. Who knows, you might just meet them in person.
“‘Scuse me love, is there a back exit we could take? We don’t want to scare anyone when we come out.”
It too Julia a second to register that Tracer was talking to her. When it clicked, she answered quickly.
“Oh, yeah! There’s a stage exit that nobody should be using right now. I can show you the way if you want?”
“Sounds perfect! Don’t worry about directions, I can find it quickly myself.”
Siebren cleared his throat.
“Er, do I have to walk?” He asked sheepishly. “After all this, I’m very tired.”
Julia answered before the others got the chance to. “Don’t worry, there’s wheelchairs out front. I’ll go grab one-”
“I don’t think that’s what he meant.” Mercy interrupted, before furrowing her brows in thought. “As long as there’s nobody around, I don’t see why not. Just don’t overdo it.”
“Wonderful!”
Julia watched in awe as Siebren (mood greatly improved) rose upward until he was floating a few inches off the ground.
“You can fly?!” Julia asked incredulously.
He let out a weak chuckle. “Ah, not exactly. It took me some time to master, but what I do is that I adjust my own gravitational field to counter that of-”
“You’ll have to save it for next time, doc, we’d better get a move on.” Tracer cut him off.
“Ah yes, of course. My apologies.”
Mercy, adjusting her bag as she prepared to leave, turned to Julia. “You understand that this is all highly sensitive information, yes? Siebren is officially recorded as dead in order to protect him, and his unique abilities should be kept as secret as possible.”
“Which means you can’t tell anyone.” Tracer added.
Julia nodded solemnly. “I understand. I can imagine they’d probably be very dangerous in the wrong hands.”
She didn’t like the way all three of them winced.
“I’ll also need your details, if that’s alright.” Mercy continued. “It will be a difficult one to cover-up so having somebody on the inside to help could be very useful.”
Okay, so even though she’d suggested it herself in the first place, the idea of being part of a grand cover-up scheme sent a thrill through Julia’s body.
“Right, yeah.” She said. Mercy handed her a very fancy-looking phone which she quickly punched her name and phone number into. “There you go.”
“Wonderful, thank you.”
Everything suddenly felt very final. Even though she’d already cried multiple times that day, Julia felt herself fighting back tears as everything caught up to her.
Mercy seemed to catch on.
“Don’t worry, this isn’t goodbye.” She leaned in closer. “I will make him talk to you, whether he wants to or not. More for his sake.”
The statement was so firm and determined that Julia didn’t doubt her in the slightest.
“Let’s go, let’s go!” Tracer said cheerfully, zipping past Julia to open the door. Mercy followed, with Siebren floating not too far behind.
He looked down as he passed by her. As he craned his neck downwards and she craned her neck upwards, she was hit with a bittersweet sense of deja vu.
He must have felt the same way, as just like their first interaction, he extended a hand for her to shake.
She held back tears and shook it, once again feeling so small compared to him.
“Thank you, Julia.”
His words struck deep within her heart as she realized that this was the first time he’d used her name since their very first meeting.
“Anytime, Sander.”
After one final satisfied smile and nod, she watched as Siebren followed his friends out and gently floated down the corridor, leaving Julia with more answers and somehow even more questions about the enigmatic maestro.
At least this time she knew how she could get them answered.
~-.-~
Misunderstood.
“It all happened so suddenly. One moment we were counting down, the next moment we lost contact and alarms started going off. It was terrifying.”
“How many people were in the control room at the time?”
“Oh, I don’t know. About fifty people? Not all of us were assigned to their team, I know that some were there for Horizon too, but I think everyone was keeping track of the experiment. History could have been made, y’know?”
“I’m sure that’s how they felt, too. How many people were on the station at the time?”
“Eleven people. Seven were astronauts that worked there, the other four were Dr. de Kuiper and his team of three.”
“And there were two survivors.”
“Yeah, they, uh… sorry, it’s still hard for me to think about. God, I… y-yeah, they were two of the astronauts. Furthest away from the event. They’d been injured by the gravitational anomalies, but they were alive. We believe that four were alive at the time, but two died in critical condition, unlike the ones that were closer because their bodies… B-But we didn’t know that until we regained contact.”
“Crushed?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“I understand, it’s hard to think about. We’ve only heard it, but actually seeing it must have been scarring.”
“It was.”
“I can’t imagine what that control room must have looked like.”
“Most of us were silent. There were alarms going off, but when something like that happens, or even when you have no idea what really happened, there’s nothing you can do but wait. I do remember Keller barking commands, though, since she was in charge of de Kuiper’s ground team. She might’ve said something to me, I don’t really remember.”
“Did you ever meet Dr. de Kuiper?”
“Never personally. I remember I asked him a question during his initial experiment pitch and then formally introduced myself when he was meeting his team, but I didn’t know him very well beyond that. I, um, remember he was passionate, though. I think a lot of his confidence had been transferred onto us, so none of us ever thought such a catastrophic outcome would even happen.”
“Do you think that he had any idea? Surely he must have considered that he could be leading his team to death?”
“Maybe. He tended to ramble a lot, I guess he was kinda endearing that way, so I’m not surprised about how loyal his team was. They knew the risks. I think for them, the worst outcome was a black hole swallowing our solar system, so this tragic middle ground wasn’t ever an option. Not for Dr. de Kuiper, at least.”
“And their skulls were crushed.”
“Um, yeah…”
“You were part of the team sent up afterwards. What did you feel as you boarded the station?”
“We were given a bit of warning, but I don’t think anything can really prepare you for something like that. I’m still in therapy, haha… sorry, I, er… it’s hard. The first thing we noticed was that the artificial gravity had failed.”
“Which, ironically, Siebren de Kuiper helped pioneer?”
“...That’s right. I never thought about that… damn.”
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I think that was the last thing on my mind once we’d gotten to the experimental chamber.”
“We’re yet to have that described, apart from the state of the bodies.”
“That was the biggest shock. The chamber was massive, set to withstand great amounts of force. There was a protective field-”
“Which failed.”
"'-Which is the part that failed, that's right. I made my way inside, and… there were these rings of blood in the air. Have you, um, ever seen a diagram of an atom?”
“Yes, and we can show one on screen.”
“Well… that’s the best description I can find. There were orbitals of blood and the contents of the room, slowly circling around. Collins, Jansen and Kappel were there too. What was left of them was circling around too, their limbs in gruesome arrangements. Then the nucleus of the atom, right in the center also floating, was…. Dr. de Kuiper. J-Just the same as the others.”
“Is it harder to describe him because he’s to blame?”
“S-Something like that, yeah. Um. No, otherwise he was just the same as the others. What did I say? Yeah, limbs all-”
Julia turned off the TV.
The documentary definitely shed a little light on the incident, but something about the way they presented Dr. de Kuiper (as a foolish, over-ambitious man with no regard for the safety of his team) didn’t sit well with her at all. Especially not since she knew the man personally, and anything they would probably go on to describe about him would have all been lies. She wondered if they would still talk about him that way if they knew he was still alive. She also wondered if Siebren had watched any of these.
For his sake, she hoped he hadn’t.
Whatever actually happened up there was his business, not hers, and probably not the world’s either. Maybe he’d tell her someday in the long email chain they had going. Or maybe not, she wouldn’t ask.
He seemed happy, and Angela (as she’d come to know Mercy by) reassured her that he was healthy too. It seemed like things had worked out for him.
She looked over to her laptop, where the screen still showed the sheet music for the new symphony he’d sent her. Something less ambitious, but equally beautiful. She knew that the orchestra that had commissioned him would be more than happy with it.
Yeah, she decided. Things had worked out in the end.
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