Rufus watched as the world began to rush towards him, it was big and blurry, his trash planet. His mind was glued to Goal as the blurry planet grew closer, he closed his eyes, ready to accept his chosen fate. He threw out his arms, as if ready to receive a hug from Goal…
Everything felt cold, what was this feeling, was it true death? Naw, Rufus knew what dying felt like and this wasn’t it, he opened his eyes. Apparently he had been lucky enough to fall into water, lucky as hell that he wasn’t dead.
Or was he really that lucky?
A whole year had passed since that day, the day he choose to die for Goal, Rufus glanced at the sky, up at Elysium as he thought of her. He wondered what she was doing, was she happy with Cletus? Were they married and starting a family? Did she really believe that he was the real Rufus? Those were questions that Rufus asked himself everyday, there wasn’t really much else to do but ask himself questions considering all the people he could call his ‘friends’ were on Elysium now and he had no one to talk to.
No Toni to nag at him for leaving the house askew, no Bozo to yell at him for doing something stupid, no Doc tinkering away at a new invention; none of them were here to keep him company, and because of that Rufus realized how much he liked their company. He realized how terrible it was to be alone.
As the lonely year had passed Rufus had found a place to stay, as close to the broken assentation station that he could be, he couldn’t let go of the small hope that one day Goal would come back for him. Or at least that’s how it used to be; now after a year of waiting, honestly, he didn’t really have any hope left.
Goal sighed as she stood outside on the balcony, looking down at Deponia. This was a daily routine for her; maybe she was hoping she would see Rufus somewhere, who knows. One thing she was certain of was the Rufus that she took with her wasn’t the right one; it was obvious that he was Cletus, but none the less he was doing a good impersonation of the real Rufus, not good enough for her though, no one would replace him.
“Oh Goalll,” called a cheerful voice from inside her bedroom. “Its time for lunch, and our meeting with the Elders is this afternoon!”
She looked behind her to see Cletus a.k.a. ‘Rufus’ waving to her, as he motioned her to come inside, when she didn’t he joined her on the balcony.
“You know he’s gone right,” Cletus said, a slightly sad note to his voice. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a half hug.
She didn’t return it.
“I just cannot believe that, I refuse to accept that as the truth. He was better than that, he was borderline immortal-,” she started to rave.
Cletus cut her off, “But that’s the thing Goal he just wasn’t immortal. Look I don’t think he would want you to stand here and sulk, you know he did what he did to save you right? To save everyone.”
Goal stepped away from his half hug and walked into her room, “Well, what are you waiting around for? We have a lunch to attend… Rufus…”
Cletus smiled lightly and followed her out the door, “Right you are my dear.”
The lunch was just about over, it was lovely as always, but as always Goal couldn’t truly enjoy it; knowing that Rufus wasn’t really with her…
“-think we might be on to something about this Deponia situation,” Goal heard one of the elders say in between bites of his sandwich. She tuned her ears in to listen; “This Deponian tinkerer that Rufus and Goal brought with them has finally found a way for us to go back to Deponia. We really need to talk to-“
Upon hearing those words Goal jumped out of her seat, muttered an “excuse me”, and promptly ran out the door.
She made her way to Doc’s lab in record time. The Elysians had given him a top notch lab to work in when they found out how brought he was, and he had been put in charge of finding a new way to Deponia. Goal had spent man days with him and Bozo, listening to them talk on and on about seemingly nothing, it was comforting in a way, sometimes they would bring up stories about Rufus that she didn’t know about; those would be nice days for her, they helped her feel a bit better, made her feel more connected to Rufus than staring out into the endless expanse of sky that Deponia sat under.
She burst into Doc’s lab and immediately asked, “How are wee going to Deponia?!”
Doc and Bozo looked up at her in surprise.
Doc cleared his throat and answered, “I have an idea for a flying machine, and it just might work.”