"Fidget, get up!" Olivia cried. She and her father noticed that Fidget had overslept.
"Our train will arrive in about thirty minutes," Mr. Flaversham warned in a foreshadowing tone. "We called your name fifteen times!"
At the sound of loud voices, the groggy bat woke up. "What time is it?"
"It's nine fifteen," Mr. Flaversham answered, "But for goodness sake, get dressed!" He and his daughter exited Fidget's room.
Fidget jumped out of bed, quickly put his clothes on and darted out of his bedroom down the stairs.
"Here, Fidget, have a crumpet," Olivia offered.
The bat gladly picked it up when he heard this and said, "Thank you!"
…
At the train station, Olivia, Fidget, and Olivia's father waited in line. Fidget yawned and let out a sigh of discontentment. "If only I would've gotten out of bed sooner, this wouldn't have happened," he muttered.
"Don't worry, Fidget, you had your breakfast," Mr. Flaversham soothed.
"We'll see your family again in no time," Olivia assured Fidget and they marched over to pay for the tickets. "Oh, and you can take a nap once we get inside."
"9:30 AM train ride to Paris," an echoing voice blared, urging the trio to keep moving faster than they had earlier. In a heartbeat, they made it inside. "All aboard!" announced the conductor and started the engine.
The Flavershams and Fidget looked for a vacant seat. Most of them were taken and there were only a few empty seats to choose from. Just then, they found the right one and the three slid inside; even Fidget made himself comfortable and dozed off.
"Well, I hope you have a good nap," Olivia whispered and leaned over to kiss the napping bat on the cheek. Fidget propped his head on her shoulder, nuzzling and she patted and rubbed his back while he slept. "It's going to be one long ride." The mouse girl, herself, rested her head in his wings.
To Fidget, Olivia was like his little teddy bear that he can take anywhere he goes and his younger sister that he will risk his life to take care of and keep her safe out of harm's way. To Olivia, he was like her big brother and her snuggle monster–a huge one. They've been friends for about a few weeks after her and her father's abduction and the bat's sincere act of contrition. As of now, the bat and the mouse nuzzled each other in comfort and warmth.
…
By the time Olivia and Fidget awoke, it was lunchtime on the train. "Guys," Fidget began, "Not only will I see my parents, I might see other bats like me."
"You might," Mr. Flaversham nodded thoughtfully. He can tell that Fidget couldn't handle the burden of being away from his kind forever.
During their discussion, their lunch had been prepared.
"Because you can't stand loneliness outside of your kind," Olivia said as she and her family ate lunch, "I'd hate for you to be the last bat."
Hiram Flaversham patted Fidget on the head. "They're out there, lad," Olivia's father said as he now laid his hand on the bat's shoulder, "We'll find them together."
"Yeah because we came all this way," Fidget agreed, "And we can't throw it all away. We gotta keep going. We're gonna make history together." He proudly struck his chest moderately with one fist.
"We are there for you because we care for you," Olivia chimed in.
"We support bats," her father pledged, "And we guarantee that they'd be good as found."
"You're like the best family anyone can ever ask for," Fidget beamed with joy, "And the home you gave me is where I feel respected, free to go wherever I please, and hang out."
…
The train had stopped at the Flavershams' and Fidget's destination. "You have reached your destination," the conductor announced to the Flavershams and the bat, himself. The gentlemanly conductor also handed them a map that led to Paris. "Here's a map that takes you to where you need to be," he said to Fidget, "You'll find it somehow. It's closer than you think because I've known your parents."
This made Fidget's eyes and mouth open wide in amazement. "You have?"
"Yes, they told me how distraught they were to leave you to fend for yourself away from the no-good Professor Ratigan. They couldn't risk you getting caught by him, either, so they left for the train to Paris and I dropped them off to a village someplace."
Fidget's jaw dropped. The conductor knelt down before him and said, "You'll find them, son."
"Even if I have to walk or fly quite a distance," Fidget said, "Oh, and thanks for the help. Bye!" He and the Flavershams hopped off the train for an all new start for adventure.