Jesse worked hard at his job over the next four months to earn enough money to be able to buy his ticket to go to Alaska.
By now, Randall had recovered enough and he had shown Jesse some of his abilities as a blender and how agile he was, and how he could climb walls and trees. He even helped Jesse work on his truck and fixed the problems with it. And also in return, Jesse also got Randall a pair of glasses so he could see better.
As long as Randall knew he wouldn't try to blend, he would wear the glasses. They also helped a lot more with his headaches. He did look a little younger with them on.
Jesse knew that he had found one special lizard indeed. Sure, chameleons were a lot like him, being able to blend, but they couldn't solidly disappear though.
And reluctantly, Randall did finally tell his sad story of what happened about what happened to get him banished to this world. He waited for the man to get mad at him and throw him out.
Jesse had been disappointed in him that he would ever do that, especially to a little girl. But he got the picture that Randall had been overworked, over stressed, under paid, and greatly under appreciated for all his work too.
"It's not something I'm proud of now that I think back on it." Randall said.
"Since you've been living with me this long, you haven't really been too bad to live with, Randall. You've brought some life to this house. I know you were worried about me at first if whether or not you could trust me, and it was the same with me. But I've seen the good in you to be a great friend. Too many of your fellow monsters sure didn't know what great potentials you had." Jesse said.
Randall smiled. "Thanks. That means a lot. I've just been taken advantage of all my life. I tried to prove my potential and it was never seen, if only at one time for a moment." He hoped Jesse would see his point of view in all this.
Jesse hadn't blamed him when he had heard more. Randall had tried his hardest at nearly everything and was always seen as somebody worthless. No wonder he had turned into such an untrusting monster person. But he would see to it to always treat Randall with respect. He needed someone to believe in him.
Jesse didn't know if Randall would stay with him at all, but he felt he and his friend could use some excitement soon. That's why they would head to Alaska for a few weeks. He had nearly a month off and then Randall could decide what he wanted to do when they got back. But then, maybe while they were there.
It was possible Jesse's little brother had a monster assigned to him, according to what Randall had said about it. He was still young enough. They would see.
….
Jesse had his own personal plane and pilot. Randall would be able to get on without being seen. His family knew nothing about the lizard guest that he had. He had written his family and told them he was coming in July to see them.
Jesse had Randall's glasses in one of his suitcases. The lizard was staying close to him as they walked through the airport. But he stayed up on the ceiling so he wouldn't touch any other human. The man had made sure to wear bright clothes so Randall could see him as well to be expected from such a high vantage point.
Randall could make out the bright orange shirt his friend was wearing down below.
Soon, they were outside and Jesse found his plane and his pilot waiting. The two men put the suitcases in the back.
"You've got a lot more luggage than usual, Jesse. What's all this for?" The pilot asked.
"I have my reasons. Some of it for maybe treating animals while I'm up here." Jesse replied. "Ok. I'm ready."
The pilot walked around. Jesse looked around. "Randall? Are you around?"
"I'm right here." Randall said while invisible.
"In you go." Jesse said and allowed Randall inside. He heard the shuffling in the back and knew Randall was in. Then he climbed into the plane and got buckled in.
Randall laid low in the very back with the luggage. He let himself reappear for the moment, but if he were to look outside while in the air, he would have to make himself unseen again.
Take off seemed pretty loud enough to his ears. He closed his eyes and hoped he would remain fine during the flight and that something wouldn't happen on the plane.
Jesse loved flying. Just seeing everything from above was just amazing.
There was some turbulence from some clouds and the shaking seemed to make Randall a little uncomfortable. He felt his stomach churn and he put his hands to his mouth to try to keep down his food. He managed to keep it down and he raised his head invisibly and looked out the window.
Everything down below was certainly different. But it wouldn't be good if something went wrong with the plane. But there was also something about looking down from being so high that made Randall feel sick again. He clenched his stomach. He laid back down, his color turning green as he reappeared. How much longer was this flight going to be?
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Over eight hours later, the plane soon arrived in Alaska.
When Jesse opened the door, Randall bounded out while invisible and ran to the grass and ended up tossing his breakfast into the nearest bush. He had been so ready to get off that plane.
Jesse had heard some vomiting sounds coming from nearby. Randall must have not taken the flight too well.
Jesse's parents were there to greet him, and so was kid brother, Travis. He had blonde hair, a little skinny kid, blue eyes. He had on a dinosaur t-shirt and blue jeans. He had white tennis shoes on.
Kate was his mother. Blonde, thin, green eyes. She had on a green t-shirt and capris with sandals on. She was a conservationist.
Paul was his father. He had brown hair, was a tall man, kind of like Jesse, and brown eyes. He had on a red shirt and jeans. He was a mechanic. He had on old dirty shoes from his shop.
After hugging and saying hello, the family got Jesse's luggage into the back of the truck. Then Jesse said, "Hold on a moment."
His family thought it odd that he had gone over to the bushes.
He went over to the bushes that were nearby to check on Randall. "Randall, are you ok? We're ready to go."
Randall made himself still blended into the bushes, but made it so Jesse could see him. "I think I can make it."
"It's just jet lag. You'll get better. I can give you something for your stomach when we get to the house. It's not too long a drive from here."
Randall's lower hands were on his stomach as he followed his friend to the truck and got in the back. Again, he stayed low. The truck had a back seat to it, but Randall was in the outside back of it.
It was a short drive to the house as Jesse had said. Randall still didn't feel good.
Once the tail gate came down, invisibly, Randall jumped down and ran for the woods, where he threw up again.
Jesse would get him the relief soon, after he got all his stuff inside. He had to find it first.
He loved the old house. It was like a cabin in the woods. His stuff was all taken to his old room. It was kept neat and clean for him for any time he might want to visit. It was a big enough room that Jesse could share his room with Randall. It had a balcony to the side. It would make it easier should the lizard need to come and go as he pleased.
Jesse began digging through the bag for the nausea relief pills. He found them and laid them on his bed. He went to the bathroom and got a glass of water. Then he went back to his room, locking the door. Then he went onto the balcony and began calling.
"Randall! Randall! Up here!"
Randall heard his name being called and he followed the sound. He had stopped vomiting while Jesse had gotten settled. He saw Jesse up on a balcony on the backside of the house. He climbed up the wall and the instant he was up, he made himself reappear.
"I wondered where you were." Jesse said. "Are you alright?"
"I'll be fine. Just getting the hang of things of being on the ground again." Randall said.
"Here's the nausea pills." Jesse said. "You should rest and you'll feel better in awhile. This is my room and where you'll be staying."
Jesse led Randall into the room. He sat on the bed and took the pills with the water. Randall knew he wouldn't feel like eating for awhile. He just wanted to sleep off the jet lag he was feeling.
"But where's the best place for me to stay?" Randall asked.
"Well, there's the balcony, under the bed, or the closet."
"I'm not sleeping outside. I'll take the closet."
"Alright. Let me get your blankets out. It can get chilly at night at times." Jesse said.
Randall took his pillow and blankets to the closet and opened it up. It was a sliding door kind and had blinders on it. He set up a bed for himself in the closet. He then laid down and tried to get comfortable before going to sleep to try to rid himself of his stomachache. His head felt dizzy too.
When he was sure his friend was comfortable, Jesse left the room and closed the door behind him. He went to go hang out with his family.
"Hey, so how are things going around here and on the reservation?" Jesse asked.
Jesse's family lived near an Indian reservation over a county away.
"Things are fine around here, but things are not looking too good on the reservation. The caribou are disappearing real fast and they depend on them greatly." Kate said.
"I know. They are such great animals. I would like to examine some if I get the chance." Jesse said.
"That would be great." Kate said.
Sometimes Jesse and Kate would work together when he was here.
Paul was proud of his son that he had made a living liking doing what he loved. He would help out when needed, but he stuck more to cars.
Travis looked up to his older brother and always looked forward to his visits. He was an animal kid too. He wanted to go visit Louisiana someday.
The name of the town that Jesse's family lived near was Juneau. It was near a Haida reservation. It had been experiencing troubles with the local towns for a long time. And some of it including the beloved caribou.
Jesse wished he could help them out. And also around those parts, cars were not allowed. The only ways of getting around were walking, swimming, canoeing, and horseback. Sometimes flying too if there was landing space. Though he knew Randall wasn't going to like flying. Canoeing could be a good way to go there. He would suggest it and see what his friend thought of it when he felt better.