The Remote

Chapter 4: Missing Remote

While I was fainted, a strange dream had occurred to me. I was floating, but a purple mist was trying to hold me in place. I had woken up but not on the floor like I expected, but in a bed. I got up but no one was around. I looked around and noticed that the place I am in looks like the inside of a huge hollow tree. I quickly checked my pockets, but the remote was gone and so was the data folder. I quickly got out of the bed and thought it was best to observer from a distance. I noticed there were some stairs heading down. I walked down as slowly and quietly as I could. I peeked from the top corner to see if anyone was present. Luckily, I saw no one around. I went down the stairs and looked around for the remote and folder. I found the folder on a counter with a lot of ink pots. Although, the folder wasn't something I really cared about since no information was placed in yet. What I really cared about since no information was the remote. If that remote was in the wrong hands, disaster could befall Earth, and since I don't have any idea what this show is about, they are a threat no matter what, regardless of the show's name.

'Come on Kosmo, think!' I thought to myself. 'If you were a remote where would you be? Ah, this is exactly like looking for the T.V. remote back at home!'

After what felt like an hour of searching, I heard the door opening. I quickly ran back upstairs and back into the bed, hoping to deceive who or what was coming in. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I began to get scared while sweat was coming down my forehead. I felt a nudge on my shoulder and stayed perfectly still.

"Maybe he's still asleep." A female voice said.

"Probably." A young male voice said. "I'm sure he'll wake up soon."

"I hope you're right, Spike." The female voice said.

They had walked back downstairs. I was now debating on whether or not to confront them.