Author's note: Wow, a full year. I am so very sorry for those of you who waited for the update. I got really distracted. This chapter is really kinda lame. I'm not going to sugar-coat it. I promise the next one will be better. And longer. And it won't be a whole year before I get it up. Thanks to anyone who stuck around.
The drive was unbelievably long. Raven had no idea where they were going, or when they were supposed to get there. It felt like they'd been driving for a few hours. A few times, she'd been tempted to relieve her boredom by asking them "Are we there yet?" every two seconds like a kid. The fact that she was sitting in the backseat of Chris' truck only made that temptation stronger. The only thing that stopped her was the seriousness of the situation. She couldn't act immature now. They'd send her back home. It was bad enough that Jill already seemed to dislike her, she didn't need Chris hating her too. She thought about the device Jill had on her chest while in Wesker's control. When Chris had pulled it off, the cords that were attached had seemed really long. Raven lifted a hand and lightly rubbed her chest where the device had been on Jill, imagining the pain of having cords of that thickness threaded into her body. She shivered slightly. She had to admit that she felt bad for Jill. Jill had been aware of her actions while in that state, but she couldn't control her body. To be forced to try to kill your friends must have been incredibly hard. Jill's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"So that's the plan?"
"Unless we can think of something better later on, we're going to have to go with that," Chris replied. Raven was beyond confused. Had she just missed their conversation? How could she be so stupid? Why didn't she pay attention? She internally kicked herself for getting lost in her thoughts.
"How much longer?" Jill asked, glancing out the window. She couldn't see the landscape to identify it. The sun had set a couple hours ago and now the only light was the moon high in the sky and the headlights of the truck.
"Should be a couple more hours now," Chris said. A couple hours? It seems like we've been driving for several hours already, Raven thought. She stifled a yawn. Chris had said a couple hours. She could hold out for that long right? She definitely didn't want to be asleep when they got to their destination. She leaned her head back against the seat.
**Two and a half hours later**
Raven stirred slightly when the truck came to a stop. She heard the doors opening and closing. The light in the roof of the car went out again when the doors closed and she fell asleep again.
The next thing she was aware of was the cold night air on her skin. She stirred again, but, like before, she was asleep again in seconds.
**Two more hours later**
Raven woke with an odd feeling. She groaned slightly, thinking about the strange dream she had. When she heard voices, her eyes snapped open and she glanced around her. She saw Chris and Jill sitting in the front. So it wasn't a dream, she thought. It took her several moments before she realized they were in a plane. Well, that explains the odd feeling I'm having, she thought. Wait, how did I get in a plane? she wondered. She tried to remember what had happened, but couldn't seem to remember beyond the last time she'd been fully awake, a couple hours after they'd started their little road trip. Now she was in a plane with Chris and Jill, not entirely sure where they were headed.
"Well, look who's finally awake," Chris said. Raven snapped out of her thoughts. She blushed a bit.
"How long was I out?" she asked, her voice still sounding groggy.
"I'd say it was about four or five hours," he replied. Damn, really?
"Sorry," she said, embarrassed.
"For what? Being tired?" he asked. She didn't reply. "You didn't miss too much," he said when she didn't answer. She nodded a bit.
"Where are we?" she asked, sliding across the seat to look out the window. The sun would raise soon, she could tell. Faint light from the hidden sun washed over the vast blue water far below them.
"Over the Pacific Ocean," he answered. She felt fear wash over her briefly and hoped that nothing bad happened with the plane. She didn't want the plane to fall out of the sky now.
"How close are we to Japan?" she asked.
"We should be there in about an hour or so," he replied. She didn't say anything. She had noticed the silence of Jill and was reminded again of how little Jill seemed to like her. She stared out the window at the water, feeling very small and insignificant compared to the ocean below her.
