Chapter III: Long Way Home
"Get up . . . Get up! . . . GET UP JONATHAN!" Evelyn yelled at her brother, who was sleeping of the couch.
Jonathan opened his eyes, "What the-"
"Hurry up, we're goin'." Rick mumbled and threw a suitcase on Jonathan.
Jonathan jumped up as the suitcase hit him, "We just got back!" "Your very observant." Rick said sarcastically, walking out the open door with an armful of suitcases. Jonathan slowly stood up and rubbed his eyes, "Ugh . . . What time is it?"
"6:30 A.M." Evelyn replied.
"The rest of the world isn't even up yet!" Jonathan said looking at her.
"Well then." Evelyn said, "No lines at the airport, huh?" Walking out of the room she went into Alex's room. "Alex, Come on, get up, sweetie." She said sweetly to her son.
"Oh of course, wake your son up like a god, but your brother like your a madwoman . . ." Jonathan muttered from the other room.
"Shut up, Jonathan." Evelyn said.
The car ride to the airport was long and boring, but after a while, probably fro pure amusement, Jonathan and Alex began to argue.
"No!" Jonathan said.
"Yes!" Alex argued.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
This went on for about ten minutes until Rick had heard enough.
"Will you to be quiet?! What are you fighting about anyway?!" Rick asked.
"About who won the baseball world championship in 1923." Jonathan said.
"No, About who scored fifteen home runs in one week in 1933!" Alex retorted.
"No we weren't!"
"Yes, we were!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ye-"
"Enough! You can't even remember what you're arguing about, no stop!" Rick said, stopping the two immediately.
Finally after a long car ride, and an uneventful plane trip, they arrived in Cairo.
"Now will you tell me where we're going?" Jonathan asked.
"Ahm Shere." Evelyn said quietly.
"What?! Er . . . I mean . . . I dunno if that's such a good idea." Alex said.
"Your not scared, are you?" Jonathan mocked Alex.
"No! I just . . ." Alex sighed, "How are we going to get there?"
Rick and Evelyn looked at each other, "Izzy." They both said din unison.
Jonathan scoffed, "Do we really need to go to him? He has some crazy idea that I owe him stuff."
Rick sighed, knowing this would be a long journey, epically with Jonathan.
So, they set off for their friend Izzy's travel service in the outskirts of Cairo. When they arrived, Izzy ran out to greet them . . . sort of.
"Where's the money you owe me?!" he yelled at Jonathan.
"What? I don't know what your talking about!" Jonathan lied, as best he could.
"Nice to see you too, Izzy." Rick muttered, and after a few minutes of enduring Izzy and Jonathan arguing, he followed Izzy inside.
"Ah, the old dirigible" Rick said, as they entered, spotting the balloon they had rented for sight-seeing on their last trip.
"Yup. She's even faster now!" Izzy said, climbing aboard.
Everyone got on the balloon and they were on their way in no time. Izzy was up front, steering in the dirigible, Jonathan was on the opposite side of the dirigible, as far away from Izzy as he could get. "Are we there yet?" Alex complained.
"Nope." Izzy replied.
"How about now?" Jonathan asked.
Izzy glared, "Zip it, you."
No one spoke for a while, but then all of a sudden, Evelyn heard a voice.
"Evelyn . . ." It whispered. Evelyn turned around, "What?" she said to no one in particular, since she didn't know who said it. But all she got was confused looks from everyone on board.
"Evelyn . . ." The voice came again.
"Who's saying that?!" Said Evelyn, now beginning to get frustrated.
"Who's saying what?" Rick asked her. "Alex." Evelyn said sternly.
Alex, who was still on the back of the balloon, looking down, looked back at his mother, "Huh?" he said innocently.
She glared at Alex, "That voice had better not be yours because if it is-"
"Voice?" Rick said, cutting her off.
Evelyn sighed, "Never mind."
After a while, when everyone was asleep, with the exception of Izzy of course, who was directing the balloon; Evelyn stayed up, staring at the desert below. There was no sound. Everything was silent. Everything was still. No wind, no animals prowling for their supper. Nothing. Dead silence. Evelyn looked down at the sand, which the moon had illuminated to look like thousands of sleeping firefly's. It was beautiful and at the same time eerie, almost like time had stopped.
Evelyn began to think about the voice again. Who . . . or what was it? How did it know her name? Where did it come from? Questions flooded her head. Suddenly, something touched her shoulder; she froze in fear. After a moment she turned around, "Rick." she said, letting out a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong, Evie?" Rick said, a hand on each of her shoulders.
"It's nothing, really." she replied.
"Get up . . . Get up! . . . GET UP JONATHAN!" Evelyn yelled at her brother, who was sleeping of the couch.
Jonathan opened his eyes, "What the-"
"Hurry up, we're goin'." Rick mumbled and threw a suitcase on Jonathan.
Jonathan jumped up as the suitcase hit him, "We just got back!" "Your very observant." Rick said sarcastically, walking out the open door with an armful of suitcases. Jonathan slowly stood up and rubbed his eyes, "Ugh . . . What time is it?"
"6:30 A.M." Evelyn replied.
"The rest of the world isn't even up yet!" Jonathan said looking at her.
"Well then." Evelyn said, "No lines at the airport, huh?" Walking out of the room she went into Alex's room. "Alex, Come on, get up, sweetie." She said sweetly to her son.
"Oh of course, wake your son up like a god, but your brother like your a madwoman . . ." Jonathan muttered from the other room.
"Shut up, Jonathan." Evelyn said.
The car ride to the airport was long and boring, but after a while, probably fro pure amusement, Jonathan and Alex began to argue.
"No!" Jonathan said.
"Yes!" Alex argued.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
This went on for about ten minutes until Rick had heard enough.
"Will you to be quiet?! What are you fighting about anyway?!" Rick asked.
"About who won the baseball world championship in 1923." Jonathan said.
"No, About who scored fifteen home runs in one week in 1933!" Alex retorted.
"No we weren't!"
"Yes, we were!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ye-"
"Enough! You can't even remember what you're arguing about, no stop!" Rick said, stopping the two immediately.
Finally after a long car ride, and an uneventful plane trip, they arrived in Cairo.
"Now will you tell me where we're going?" Jonathan asked.
"Ahm Shere." Evelyn said quietly.
"What?! Er . . . I mean . . . I dunno if that's such a good idea." Alex said.
"Your not scared, are you?" Jonathan mocked Alex.
"No! I just . . ." Alex sighed, "How are we going to get there?"
Rick and Evelyn looked at each other, "Izzy." They both said din unison.
Jonathan scoffed, "Do we really need to go to him? He has some crazy idea that I owe him stuff."
Rick sighed, knowing this would be a long journey, epically with Jonathan.
So, they set off for their friend Izzy's travel service in the outskirts of Cairo. When they arrived, Izzy ran out to greet them . . . sort of.
"Where's the money you owe me?!" he yelled at Jonathan.
"What? I don't know what your talking about!" Jonathan lied, as best he could.
"Nice to see you too, Izzy." Rick muttered, and after a few minutes of enduring Izzy and Jonathan arguing, he followed Izzy inside.
"Ah, the old dirigible" Rick said, as they entered, spotting the balloon they had rented for sight-seeing on their last trip.
"Yup. She's even faster now!" Izzy said, climbing aboard.
Everyone got on the balloon and they were on their way in no time. Izzy was up front, steering in the dirigible, Jonathan was on the opposite side of the dirigible, as far away from Izzy as he could get. "Are we there yet?" Alex complained.
"Nope." Izzy replied.
"How about now?" Jonathan asked.
Izzy glared, "Zip it, you."
No one spoke for a while, but then all of a sudden, Evelyn heard a voice.
"Evelyn . . ." It whispered. Evelyn turned around, "What?" she said to no one in particular, since she didn't know who said it. But all she got was confused looks from everyone on board.
"Evelyn . . ." The voice came again.
"Who's saying that?!" Said Evelyn, now beginning to get frustrated.
"Who's saying what?" Rick asked her. "Alex." Evelyn said sternly.
Alex, who was still on the back of the balloon, looking down, looked back at his mother, "Huh?" he said innocently.
She glared at Alex, "That voice had better not be yours because if it is-"
"Voice?" Rick said, cutting her off.
Evelyn sighed, "Never mind."
After a while, when everyone was asleep, with the exception of Izzy of course, who was directing the balloon; Evelyn stayed up, staring at the desert below. There was no sound. Everything was silent. Everything was still. No wind, no animals prowling for their supper. Nothing. Dead silence. Evelyn looked down at the sand, which the moon had illuminated to look like thousands of sleeping firefly's. It was beautiful and at the same time eerie, almost like time had stopped.
Evelyn began to think about the voice again. Who . . . or what was it? How did it know her name? Where did it come from? Questions flooded her head. Suddenly, something touched her shoulder; she froze in fear. After a moment she turned around, "Rick." she said, letting out a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong, Evie?" Rick said, a hand on each of her shoulders.
"It's nothing, really." she replied.