Bare with me here people, I think I have a plan
Ok so earth so far, not so exciting, or clean for that matter. They had wadded through mud and muck and who knew what else, till they had finally come to a road. Then they had walk for who knew how long before they saw a transport vehicle, John called it a car. Then they had ridden in the car with a man who smelled disturbingly like Grun'shilk. This was not her idea of an ideal home.
John on the other hand didn't seem like he could be happier. He was home after all for the first time in six cycles; he was where he had dreamed of being for all those sleepless nights. Chiana was sure that if he smiled any bigger his face would brake in two pieces.
When they finally got dropped of in at a thing called a motel in a city named Fort Myers, Chiana couldn't have been happier.
"Tomorrow I'll pawn something and we can take a taxi to Canaveral." John explained as he set his things on a bed in the room they had rented for the night.
"Its just a good thing I still have my wallet, I would think that the credit card company will be on to us by tomorrow though, so we'll need some cash."
"Whatever you say."
"It will be really easy, promise."
It turned out it hadn't been that hard. Cash was fairly easy to come by on John's Earth. They had gone to what was called a pawn shop and John had sold some old junk he didn't want anymore to a man who seemed to what it very much and, poof, they had currency. From there they got a taxi, which was another car driven by another smelly man, only this one got paid for it. Strange world.
When they got to Canaveral Chiana was amazed at the amount of security and attention that was given a mere transport station. John had then explained that it was because space travel for humans was a rare and beautiful thing. They'd get over that.
Now came the challenge of finding Johns father. If he wasn't currently assigned to Canaveral then they would have to start looking elsewhere and they really didn't have the time. Her skin pigmentation would begin to wear off soon. It was a now or never kind of deal.
To Be Continued…
Ok so that wasn't longer then the first, but give me a break people did you see how many stories I have going at once here!?
Ok so earth so far, not so exciting, or clean for that matter. They had wadded through mud and muck and who knew what else, till they had finally come to a road. Then they had walk for who knew how long before they saw a transport vehicle, John called it a car. Then they had ridden in the car with a man who smelled disturbingly like Grun'shilk. This was not her idea of an ideal home.
John on the other hand didn't seem like he could be happier. He was home after all for the first time in six cycles; he was where he had dreamed of being for all those sleepless nights. Chiana was sure that if he smiled any bigger his face would brake in two pieces.
When they finally got dropped of in at a thing called a motel in a city named Fort Myers, Chiana couldn't have been happier.
"Tomorrow I'll pawn something and we can take a taxi to Canaveral." John explained as he set his things on a bed in the room they had rented for the night.
"Its just a good thing I still have my wallet, I would think that the credit card company will be on to us by tomorrow though, so we'll need some cash."
"Whatever you say."
"It will be really easy, promise."
It turned out it hadn't been that hard. Cash was fairly easy to come by on John's Earth. They had gone to what was called a pawn shop and John had sold some old junk he didn't want anymore to a man who seemed to what it very much and, poof, they had currency. From there they got a taxi, which was another car driven by another smelly man, only this one got paid for it. Strange world.
When they got to Canaveral Chiana was amazed at the amount of security and attention that was given a mere transport station. John had then explained that it was because space travel for humans was a rare and beautiful thing. They'd get over that.
Now came the challenge of finding Johns father. If he wasn't currently assigned to Canaveral then they would have to start looking elsewhere and they really didn't have the time. Her skin pigmentation would begin to wear off soon. It was a now or never kind of deal.
To Be Continued…
Ok so that wasn't longer then the first, but give me a break people did you see how many stories I have going at once here!?