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Silent Journey

Cape Suzette

"Baloo!  Baloo!  Get your lazy carcass out of bed, we have work to do."

"Yeah Beckers, I heard ya the first time."

Baloo changed and dazedly walked downstairs.  'What in the world is this woman doing?  It was six o'clock on a Sunday morning for goodness sakes. 

"Come on.  We have to get this place cleaned up; the kids are going to be here in a few hours."  Rebecca said this has she was hurriedly running across the room with a broom and dustpan.

"Baloo, you go make the beds and I'll sweep the floors."

Baloo started up the stairs with the stack of blankets that Rebecca had laid out on the desk, and then stopped turning back around to look at Rebecca.

"Hey Becky, where's everyone gonna sleep?"

Rebecca stopped her frantic cleaning and thought for a moment.  She had been so busy that she had not actually thought about this before. 

"Well…I guess Molly and Christopher can take my bed.  Kit can sleep in the hammock, and you and I…" Rebecca blushed as she realized what she was about to say.  She then decided to rethink the situation.  Clearing her throat, and trying desperately to ignore the grin that had spread across Baloo's face, she continued.

"Molly and I will take my bed, Kit and Christopher can take your bed, and you can sleep on the hammock." 

Baloo, looking somewhat dejected, turned and continued up the stairs.

A train traveling somewhere through the Usland countryside

Molly sat back in her seat staring idly out the window.  She was much more relaxed now that she had finally gotten all of her work done.  'Maybe I can take a nap before we get to the next town.'

She didn't even have time to close her eyes before her compartment door opened.  Startled, she quickly looked up to see a tall bear wearing a long black trench coat standing in the door way.  She couldn't see his face at first because his fedora was pulled down too low.

"Mind if I sit here?  The rest of the train seems to be pretty full."

"No, I guess not.", Molly answered a little nervously.  She was not used to being alone with strangers, especially male strangers.  He seemed like a gentleman though.  'His voice seems so familiar.' 

"How have you been Molly?", the man asked as if he had known her forever.

Molly just sat there in shock for a few seconds when he called her by name.  Who was this person and how did he know her?   After getting over her initial shock she slowly began to speak.

"H-how did you know my name?"

"How do I know your name?  We courted for over a year, why wouldn't I know your name.  I think the real question is why you don't remember me."  The dark brown bear answered teasingly as he took off his fedora.

Molly began blushing as she realized whom it was.  Jack and her had dated for almost a year when they were in high school.  She only didn't recognize him because he had done some growing since then, and then there was the fact that most of his face was covered by a hat.

She jumped up out of her seat and ran over and hugged him, almost choking him. 

"Jack!  I haven't seen you forever.  Where have you been?!", she asked, releasing her strong hold on his neck.

"Well, after graduation my family moved out west.  I moved with them so that I could help dad with his company.  But I have some business to take care of in Cape Suzette this week."

"You mean your going to be alone on Thanksgiving?  That's awful!  You have to come and have dinner with my family.  They'd love to have you."

"I don't know.  I mean, I don't want to impose on your family or anything."

"Don't be silly.  They love you.",  Molly said to him still smiling.

"Well, I guess.  If you think it would be all right with them.  It'll be just like old times, won't it?",  He said, his lips smiling but his eyes very serious.

Molly took noticed of this and found herself doing the same.

"Yeah, just like old times."

New Fedora

"Come on Chris, you have to get packed.  We're leaving in twenty minutes."  Kit said as he stuck his head out of the back door.  Christopher was playing a card game with one of the neighbor's boys.

"Awe, but I wanna to finish my game."

"You've known that we were leaving at eight o'clock today since, well, since last year at this time."

"But-"

"But nothing.  Get upstairs and get packed.

Kit winked at the other little boy as Christopher streaked through the door and up the stairs.  He shook his head slightly as he walked over to the kitchen table.  Sometimes he just didn't know about that boy.  He was quite sure that he didn't act like that when he was younger.  He began to laugh as he started thinking back to when he first met Baloo.  Maybe he didn't act like Christopher when he was that age.  That was probably because he was ten times worse. 

 Kit walked up the stairs to his son's bedroom to see how his packing was going.  Surprisingly, it was going much better than he had expected.  Not only did he have enough clothes for the week, but he had actually packed a good outfit for the holiday.  He had, however, managed to forget (or more likely not) his toothbrush.  Rather than taking the time to argue about it, Kit started to the bathroom just to get it himself when Chris ran into him. 

"Whoa, what's the hurry about?"

"Umm—nothing.  I was just going to get my toothbrush."  Chris said with a very suspicious grin on his face.

'He's up to something.  Gotta check it out later though.'  Kit thought as he went back to the bedroom to finish up.

A couple of minutes later Kit and Christopher brought their suitcases downstairs into the living room.

"Do we have everything Dad?"

"I'm pretty sure.  We should hurry up and get going.  Traffics going to be heavy in a couple of hours."

"How long does it take to get there?"

"Just a couple of hours.  Be patient we'll be there in no time."

Chapter 3 coming soon! 

Thank you for reading this chapter of my story, I hope you enjoyed it.  The next section should be out next week sometime.  My chapters should start coming more regularly since finals week is over on Wednesday for me.  Yay!  Only one semester left J   

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