January 2nd, 1985.
14
The bad men have a very cold country. It is worse than the lab. I got to be warm for a few minutes, when we walked through an 'airport'. That was very odd. Papa rushed us. I've never seen him so anxious, so rough around the edges. Apparently, I need to stay a secret, only known as the 'ambassador's daughter'. I don't know anything more. Everything is hush hush and shhh and don't tell.
So I am wrapped in a large pink coat, shoved through lines and gates so quickly my head nearly spins. A few people with cameras try to take our pictures, but Papa waves a hand at them and his black suit men cut them off.
We spent a long time in a strange metal tube. It made weird hissing and bumping noises. I was scared, but I could not be so. So I closed my eyes and made a story. One about a princess and a prince. Only, the princess has short brown hair, not luscious golden locks, and she saves the prince from the evil snake, not the other way around.
I get to the princess and the prince fighting the snake and I am stuck. How do they defeat it? It is so much bigger and stronger, and they don't even know themselves.
Papa cuts me off before I can decide. We climb out of the tube and I am chilled. The wind whips white powder in my face and I cough.
"Get her a hat, gloves, and scarf. We don't want our asset to become ill." Papa orders. I encase myself in the items, glad for their comfort. They give me a small blue pill that I obediently swallow.
"Aren't you excited for our vacation?" A man says. I think he is my papa now. I blink a little. I feel weird.
"Yes Papa. It will be really fun! I'm kinda cold though." I say, not recognizing the words coming out of my mouth. My giggle is so light and airy and unreal it takes me a moment to even know it's mine.
Then I stop thinking.