The red cell hangs on for just a little bit more before the spoon is turned upside down to let the peanut butter fall. But the peanut butter avalanches onto her as she falls. Once again, she has to run. She runs just far enough through the taste buds to not be buried by the worst of it. Her hand is still coagulated, but she uses the other to hold on tight as she hugs a taste bud while the peanut butter gets swallowed.

The goop is sucked in, and tests the cell's strength. Her feet lift off the ground but her arms remain stubbornly tight around the taste bud. But in just less than a few seconds, the force of the swallowing dies down, and the cell can stand on her two feet again. Now that she's calmed down, she can truly scope her new land. Unlike from where she just escaped, there are haemocopters everywhere. The ambience is warmer and even her hand is starting to heal. The atmosphere has an oddly sweet smell to it too, like almond paste. The bright lights of the patrol copters put the cell in a daze, then one of the haemocopters put its spotlight on her. It's blinding. But to her, it's also rescue; she trusts Areyesia's greatest ally, Bilanda.

The haemocopter makes its descent onto the tongue. Once it lands, silhouettes of what only can be white blood cells start to exit.

"Over here!" One of them says.

"What kind of cell doesn't get out of the way when food enters!?" Another cell remarks. Her light membrane, long, dark, somewhat messy hair, and officer uniform are all in shades of blue like a tropical ocean shore. Her eyes like amethyst. She approaches the red blood cell and looks at her from top to bottom.

"Who are you? And are you from around here? You look pretty beat up, especially for a Bilandan." The white blood cell asks.

"I'm… I'm Haemola. I just came in on the spoon from Areyesia." The red cell introduces.

"You're from Areyesia? Do you have any ID? The white blood cell asks.

"No… but… but I just… I feel so grateful to be here." Haemola replies.

"Well, I'm Ganaska, I'm an officer of the CD8 T cell division. Normally I'm not one to rescue cells, especially ones without IDs, you know, because rules. But hey, any innocent cell from Areyesia is totally welcome here so if what you're saying is true, I'm gonna take you to the brain to get registered by the Prime Minister herself. Sound cool?" The white blood cell says.

"I'm ready whenever you are." Haemola replies.

"Good. Because we're going now." Ganaska says.

Just before Haemola could lift a toe off the ground, Ganaska and the other police officers spray Haemola with a substance to clean her up. Haemola coughs and gags from the spray, flailing her hands just a little bit because this was totally unexpected. The spraying ceases, and now Haemola is clean, completely uncoagulated, and about to fall over. One of the officers grabs her by the arm and escorts her behind Ganaska. Once inside, Haemola is given the seat while the officer who escorted her stands. Haemola is appreciative of the gesture but there's something about the officer's gesture that displays a faint feeling of uncomfortable obligation rather than a desire to do service to a newcomer. Ganaska decides to sit next to Haemola while a different officer flies the haemocopter. They lift off, and head to the back of the throat.

The group exits the mouth, and now they have to go through the lungs. The haemocopter takes a complete nosedive down the throat.

"Who-whoAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAHHHHH!" Haemola screams.

"What's with the screaming?" Ganaska asks with an irritated tone.

"Are we not falling!?" Haemola gasps.

"Have you not ridden in a haemocopter before? You live under a rock or what?" Ganaska asks.

"N… not like this? I don't remember." Haemola stutters.

Ganaska side eyes her with a perplexed expression. But now is not the time to be interrogating someone from Areyesia about her life in that country. That'll happen soon enough from the prime minister herself.

The haemocopter slows down, and Haemola starts to calm. An alveolus is only a few cellometers away.

"Your lungs are so… clean!" Haemola remarks.

"Uh… thanks?" Ganaska replies awkwardly.

The haemocopter crosses the barrier between the outside of the alveolus and the bloodstream. The minute they start flowing, the acceleration pins them all to the back of their seats. Haemola feels a sense of uncomfortable angst again until the acceleration ceases. The cell driving the haemocopter gains total control of the vehicle, and sets a steady course for the heart. The thrusts from the beats get stronger and stronger, and Ganaska isn't fazed by it at all. She turns to Haemola.

"Why are you so nervous? You're a red blood cell, shouldn't you be used to this?" Ganaska asks.

"The pumping is just so strong here." Haemola comments.

"I would think Areyesia would be the same?" Ganaska inquires.

"Ehhh….." Haemola whimpers.

Ganaska is really starting to get weirded out by Haemola's apparent inexperience with certain aspects of body-wide travel a blood cell should know. But the heart is coming up. Their turn comes at the left atrium, then the left ventricle, then out the aorta to the carotid off ramp. It's a hectic ride but nothing out of the ordinary. They're soon out of the hubbub of the heart and ready to go to the brain.

"We'll be there in 4 to 5 beats or so." The pilot says.

Haemola is calm enough to stare out the window and get glimpses of her new home from a low birds eye view: Pastel buildings, flowers everywhere, and the cells who grace the streets are all dressed in fine and flattering apparel—almost all women in dresses, some with fancy umbrellas. There are some cells doing some street vending, mostly of coffee, sweets, or jewelry. Towards the brain, things get more populated, and definitely more formal. Cells wearing official-looking outfits, such as nice business suits, all rush towards the brainstem. The haemocopter moves steadily, and lands on the top floor of a parking garage.

"We're here. Let's go get this cell registered." The pilot says.