Ch.17 "NO ROOM FOR DISCUSSION."
Back at Kamari's house, Kamari and Wishmon eagerly continued with their tasks ahead. Kamari had already mixed the tears together to get a gigantic cube of solid ice. It was about six feet long by six feet tall by six feet wide. Fortunately, the ice wasn't melting or else Kamari's room was going to be flooded. At once, Wishmon began sculpting her first ice piece to remember while Kamari received a telepathic message from Uraina that she and Sam were currently trying to stabilized the plane back to Japan. However it was bad news for Kamari, Uraina informed her that the shield created was becoming too weak to combat with the blizzard and that it was just a matter of time before the shield is fully destroyed.
It's been an hour since they returned home, Kamari offered, "Take a break, Wishmon; have some dinner."
Although Wishmon was determined to continue working, she didn't plan to disobey her mistress' command, so she quickly grabbed some dinner with Kamari. In about quarter of an hour, they finished dinner. Kamari cleared the table and began cleaning the dishes and the kitchen while her faithful Digimon returned to her work.
"Captain. Captain. How are we keeping up?" a young steward asked as he entered the cockpit.
"We're keeping up just perfectly," the captain replied in a dull voice.
"Then, why do you not seem happy?" he continued.
"We can't land. In some strange way, the plane's keeping perfectly still that it can't move, must less land," the co-pilot answered in a sarcastic tone and began laughing hysterically. "Isn't it hilarious, Janoiry? Somehow, we're probably protected by some type of unknown barrier. And that same barrier is keeping us in danger!"
The steward's face grew pale. He was in shocked. The captain saw his face, so white, and glanced at his co-pilot, still laughing. "Don't worry. We'll be fine. Pinch some colour back into your face, Boy. Just like the passengers won't be in a panic, you won't be either. Right, Boy? We'll figure things out. Got it?"
The steward was surprise at the captain's tone. Mr. Chaikary's tone carried a sense of deep assurance for the steward. The steward, convinced by the captain, pinched both of his cheeks. His cheeks reddened, as if he could be embarrassed or angry.
"You can go now, but take the co-pilot with you. Get him buckled up into one of those first-class seats that is away from the rest of the passengers. We don't want anyone to join him till he stops laughing. Got it?"
"Got it, Captain!" the steward answered and started dragging the co-pilot out of the cockpit. "Come on, let's go."
"Give it some a set of earphones and some music. Make sure it's soft, maybe he'll get back to normal after a good nap."
"Yes, Captain," the steward said and disappeared, closing the door to the cockpit.
Oh, Mariana, if only I could tell you that you had a sister before I die.
Back at Von's place, everyone was getting ready to rest.
"Thanks for a wonderful dinner, Mr. Rainori," Joe complimented.
"You're all welcome. Now, let's find you all a place in this apartment to sleep."
"Do you think we'll have enough rooms, Dad?"
"Of course. There are thirteen of us in all. Three young ladies, and ten gentlemen. The older kids can have my room for the night."
"You sure there's enough room for us older kids in your room, Sir, no offense?" Tai asked.
"Don't worry, my dad's room is tripled the size of my room. It could possibly fit all eight of you."
"You're right, Son. Maybe we could get five or six of you guys there. And you and the other guys can sleep in your room, Son."
"What about you then, Dad?"
"Don't worry, Son. I'll sleep on the sofa."
"You sure, Dad? I warn that it would be most uncomfortable."
"Yes," he replied, "yes, I'm sure. Didn't I mention to you before, Son, that it's able to switch into a bed?"
"No wonder. Then, where will the rest of our guests sleep? And do we have extra sleeping bags?"
"The young ladies can sleep over in the other room across yours. And there are some extra bed sheets and sleeping bags as well as pillows in the closets. There might not be enough for each one of you so all of you might have to share."
"Dad! The other room?! But-" Von started to disagree, but was cut short by his dad.
"Son, they're all our guests; besides, she's not coming back tonight. If she was here, she would agree."
"Fine. Go ahead."
