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Chapter 11 - Reunion

They plummeted through the sea of green symbols, then suddenly hit solid ground. Asha fell over at the impact, but David remained upright. Asha got to her feet in an instant.

"Where the hell are we?" she demanded.

"Oh, Asha, surely you'd recognize your home town?" said David.

Asha looked round. Sure enough, she was back in England. Not just in England. On Jon's street.

"What are we doing here?"

"Just a little demonstration." Asha looked up and down the street. She could see Jon walking up towards them, but apparently he couldn't see them yet. David closed his eyes. "This can't be good," thought Asha.

It wasn't. Jon started to cross the road. Suddenly a massive truck came round the corner at high speed. Asha looked at David in horror.

"You can't!"

"Oh, but I can," said David, "I've sealed off Jon's eyes and ears, and the driver of the truck's. The first Jon will know of that truck is when he realizes that he's dead."

Asha watched helplessly as the truck went straight towards Jon. He showed no sign of being aware of his oncoming fate. "Look out!" she screamed.

"Oh, he can't hear you," said David. Asha looked at Jon. The truck was only about a second away from him now.

'Free your mind'

Asha closed her eyes, and pictured Jon. She - how could she describe it? - reached out with her mind. Somehow, incredibly, she found that she could feel him there. Not only that. She could grab onto him. So she did just that.

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Jon was walking along the street, thinking about Asha. She'd been missing for about a week now. The police were completely baffled. They'd come to her house, found both her parents shot, and Asha gone. He, like everyone else, was wondering where she was. The newspapers were lapping it up, of course, and putting forward many suggestions; from it was her that killed her parents, to alien abductions, to cult kidnappings, to her being related to the Royal family and she being held hostage by some terrorists. Jon didn't believe any of them. But he'd had to go through endless press conferences, where he stubbornly repeated that no, he didn't know where Asha was, no, she never spoke of going to any top secret societies, and as far as he knew she wasn't a paranoid schizophrenic prone to killing parents.

He started to cross the road. As he did, he glanced up one end of the street. That couldn't be - Asha? He was about to call out, when he suddenly felt something grab hold of him, and he was thrown across to the other side of the street.

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Asha opened her eyes again, and laughed with relief. She'd done it! She'd got Jon out of the way of the lorry! She had absolutely no idea how, but she'd done it! She turned to look at David. He looked ever so slightly less composed than usual. Asha took chance at his confusion, and ripped her wrist out of his grip. Before he realised what was going on, she kicked him round the head.

"Oh yes! That felt good," she said, as he fell back onto the pavement. Having learnt from many action films that you don't hang around to gloat, she ran down the street to where Jon was sitting dazed against the wall, staring at the truck which was carrying on up the street.

"Jon!" she called happily.

Jon turned to see her. As soon as he saw her, his eyes lit up. "Asha? Oh my god - is that you?"

"Communistic choco-cheese will one day rule the world," grinned Asha, "Do you know anyone else who would say something that insane?"

"Nope," said Jon, "But - where have you been? Everyone's been so worried."

"Listen, Jon," said Asha, glancing back up the street to where David was getting to his feet, "I don't have time. But listen to me. The Matrix is real."

Jon blinked. "What?"

"The Matrix is real. I've got to hurry Jon, I'm in trouble." David was now running towards Asha. Asha scribbled down a number. "Call that number! You'll get your answers then!" Glancing fearfully behind her at David, who was now only a few seconds away, she started to run, calling out behind her, "Tell them to get me the hell out of here!"

She ran as fast as she could down the street. David started to catch up with her. "Where are you going, Asha?" he called, "You haven't got anywhere to run."

"Away from you is good enough for me," she called back. She threw herself round the corner. As she did, she felt herself collide with something. That something grabbed onto her arms.

"Going somewhere?" said Agent Smith.

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