Chapter Six
After what felt like long painful hours of following Dybbuk around as he attempted to find the train, Philippa soon insisted they simply ask someone. Dybbuk had claimed he didn't need a mundane's help and pressed forward, however, nearly half an hour later Philippa had simply walked into a nearby fishing store to ask for directions, giving Dybbuk no choice but to follow her.
Once inside the shop Philippa set to work locating someone of assistance. The shop seemed to be empty but they could hear something resembling a radio playing in the back room causing Philippa to assume someone must be here.
"Hello?" She called following the sound with Dybbuk tracing behind her, "Hello?" She called again.
"Out of all the stores around here leave it to you to pick the deserted one," Dybbuk mumbled.
"Hello?" Philippa called again ignoring his remark.
"Hello!" A man's voice came from another part of the store, "Sorry I'm here in the back, Give me just one moment and I will be right there to assist you!" Philippa thought the man sounded very nice, Dybbuk however thought he sounded like an idiot.
"Alright, thank you," Philippa called back to him, "Deserted huh?" She said turning to Dybbuk.
"Might as well be, the guy sounds like a loony," Dybbuk said looking at some of the guns displayed on the wall.
"He seems nice and he will most likely be very helpful," Philippa said back.
"Oh I'm sure he'll be delightful," Dybbuk said with sarcasm thick on his voice. Philippa simply rolled her eyes and started looking at some of the jewelry. Within a minute or so the clerk walked around to the front of the store.
"Sorry about that," He said, Philippa smiled back, "I've got so much bait now that fishing season is over I've had to start storing it in freezers in the back."
"Oh it was no problem," Philippa said.
"So what can I do for you?" The man asked taking a heavily stains rag to wipe his hands off.
"Well you certainly can't interest me in buying anything here," Dybbuk said making a face at some of the fishing poles.
"Sorry," Philippa apologized, "My uh, brother suffers from a minor case of mental complications he uh, had a boat accident, he gets a bit grumpy when he's tired."
"Oh, don't worry about it," The clerk said with the same grin attached to his chubby face. He was a short, older man in his fifties Philippa guess, and he had a reciting hair line.
"Thank you," Philippa smiled back, "The reason we're here is we are trying to find a train to take us to the main tourist attractions,"
"Ah yes, the Limbon Jolt is the name of it," The man explained, "It's not far from here at all, it's about two miles from here,"
"That's what you call not far?" Dybbuk asked outraged.
"Well there are always cabs you can take," The man explained, " In fact some people dropped by earlier today and said they were planning to take the four o'clock train but decided to go boating instead. They left their tickets here in hopes I might be able to sell them. Would you by chance be interested I have three left."
"Yes, that would be wonderful," She said glancing at Dybbuk who was no longer paying attention.
"Great," The clerk cheered, "They are just here in this other room if you don't mind me taking just one moment…" The man said already walking into the other room.
Philippa walked over to where Dybbuk had wondered, "You've got great social skills haven't you?" She asked in sarcasm.
"Your brother with minor mental complications?" Dybbuk asked.
"First thing that came to mind," Philippa said.
"Obviously," Dybbuk said,
"And now it's the sixty second world news," Dybbuk and Philippa both looked up to see the news on a small television hanging in the corner. Of course the news was in Chinese but seeing as Dybbuk and Philippa were both fluent in the language (as they were in many) it was not a problem, "The United States are enduring big storms over the north eastern states causing many plane delays in the states of Maine, New Hampshire, Rhode island, New York, Maryland, Connecticut, and Vermont," It then switched to lines of people boarding planes.
As Philippa examined the screen further her and Dybbuk saw in back of the reporter a young boy with medium length dark brown hair and dark features, accompanied by a girl looking about the same age but a bit shorter with a nice blonde pile of hair. And above them a flashing sigh that read New York to China……delayed.
"Looks like your brother has finally caught on," Dybbuk said shifting his mouth into a light smile, "And he has brought some help… this could be fun." Dybbuk said his smile now widening.
"Just leave him out of this, ok?" Philippa said, "His flights been delayed so he won't reach china for a while. I will take you to Iblis and we can leave them completely out of this." Philippa nearly pleaded. However before Dybbuk could answer, the clerk re-entered the room carrying two train tickets.
"Aw, here we are," He said waving the train tickets, "Sorry that took me a moment,"
"No problem," Philippa said now in quite a rush, "How much do we owe you?" She asked.
"Let's see," the small man said pulling out a calculator and punching a few buttons, "That will be seventeen dollars exactly. As he said this Philippa felt a light weight appear in her pocket. She reached in to pull out the two tens Dybbuk had placed there and handed them to the man.
"Great," the man said giving her the tickets, and a small map with directions of all the tourist attractions starting from the bay and ending a little ways past the museum that Philippa feared reaching. "let me just grab you some change it's just in the other room I'll just run and grab it," He said beginning to leave.
"Oh no don't worry about it, uh, keep the change," Philippa said, "Thank you for your help." She said exiting the store with Dybbuk following behind her.
"What's the rush?" Dybbuk asked.
"I have to get to the stupid museum before John gets here," Philippa said unfolding the map, "If I had waiting for the change John would have already gotten there and died of old age before we had even reached the train," Philippa said looking from the map to the street sign and then back at the map.
"Well that's true," Dybbuk said, "Come on there are some cab's parked down here," He said grabbing Philippa's arm and pulling her along because she was still staring deeply and the map.
They walked up to the closest cab. Dybbuk opened the door allowing Philippa to slide in first and then followed.
"We need to go to the Limbon Jolt," Philippa said. As the cab driver pulled the car out of the parking spot it had been occupying. The cab ride was one of silence as Philippa looked at the map some more, Dybbuk stared out the window, and the cab driver… drove the cab.
Once they arrived at the Limbon Jolt Philippa once again found her pocket filled with the right amount to pay the driver and then they departed from the cab.
"Good thing we didn't wait for change, its three fifty," Dybbuk said looking at a big clock hanging above the ticket booth.
"Well then we should probably get on the train," Philippa said walking forward towards the Limbon Jolt.
"We're Djinn we really should be able to get to China faster than mundane," Jane complained as she and John waited in line to board the plane that had not arrived yet.
"We had a faster way but we decided that global warming was more in style these days," John joked.
"Well… come on," Jane said turning and walking away from the line.
"Where are you going?" John asked
"Come on!" Jane urged. John didn't want to lose their spot so close to the front of the line but he did want to find out what Jane was going to do. Reluctantly John followed Jane down the incredibly crowed hallway back past security and down to the main lobby.
"What are we doing?" John asked very confused now
"We are going to create our own plane and leave by ourselves," Jane smiled
"No we are not!" John disagreed
"Why not?"
"Because, obviously there is a reason for the planes being delayed, the storm must be pretty bad. I mean it's not exactly a light drizzle outside so it could be worst over sea. Plus the airline keeps track of every plane that comes and leaves here we couldn't just waltz over to our plane and drive right up to the take off strip." John explained
"I can make myself as experienced as any pilot in the world, so can you. Plus they had a separate take off strip they use for government and celebrity purposes that they don't keep track of.
"And you can make a sturdy working plane?" John asked
"Yes I can," Jane said confidently.
"Sturdy?"
"Yes!"
"Fine,"
"Good,"
"But if I die I'm coming back to haunt you,"
"I'll take my chances,"
"And if we both die, I'll be even more mad, because then I won't be able to haunt you,"
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, I think so,"
"Good," Jane said turning and starting towards the stairs which would lead them outside to where their jet would be waiting in the gaited area between two other planes. John nervously followed wondering what he had gotten himself into.
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