I had intended to get this up a lot sooner, but I'll explain that at the end. How awesome was 'The Abduction' last Sunday? I loved that Syd/Irina hug scene! Anyway, on to the show…
Somehow, I managed to get a reasonable plane ticket and a suitable hotel room, all in an hour. By midnight, I was on my way to Auckland. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. With so many thoughts running through my mind, how could I possibly be calm? Throughout the flight, I kept shutting my eyes, hoping sleep would overtake me. But each time, any of a number of faces would come into views. There would be Irina, smiling in that all knowing manner of hers; Syd, seemingly scared of something; Jack, looking incredibly angry; Will in shock; Irina, taunting. It was that last one that came up more than any other. What if Irina was setting me up? What if all of this, from Syd's disappearance to this mysterious trip to New Zealand, was all just part of her master plan? What if I was setting myself up for a huge fall?
But… what if I found Sydney? What if everything was suddenly ok? What if all the time spent searching was about to pay off?
There were too many possibilities, and it was making my head hurt. I finally decided to just stare out the window, stare at the blackness outside. Truth be told, it kind of made me think of myself, and a few other people I knew. It was hard to see anything. On the first glance, it seemed dark and empty. Looking longer and harder made no difference. There was still nothing. But you just knew something was there. Something had to be there. It couldn't just be a huge, empty, dark void.
Could it?
A while later, I was sitting in my hotel room, debating whether or not I should unpack the one suitcase I had brought. With nothing better to do, I eventually opted to organize everything into a pair of drawers. That only ended up killing 10 minutes. I still had over an hour to pass until I had to be at the phone.
With that in mind, I decided to go find something to eat, and then walk over to the phone. I had only expected breakfast to take 30 minutes, tops. But the kitchen was slow, and it was almost 9 by the time my food made its way to me. I had to eat and run.
The phone was already ringing as I passed the theater on Kevintod St. I flew into the booth and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" I gasped, more than a little out of breath. An all too familiar voice came across. "Agent Vaughn. I'm glad you made it."
Sorry it took so long to post this. I had intended to do it a few days ago, but then I got sick on Friday- 3 days before my birthday, how lame is that? Anyway… it also is a lot shorter than I had originally intended it to be, but that just seemed like a lovely little place to stop. I promise a longer chapter sometime soon! As always, please review!!