...where I told Jomo, my dad's friend, everything I saw out there.
"So, correct me if I'm understanding this." he said. "You're saying this dark-haired lion is responsible for the drought that's plauging the land?"
"Yes! He is." I replied. "And the only way to stop Scar and his hyenas is to find the real Lion King."
"Scar?" repeated Mom.
"Uh, he has one over his left eye." I explained.
"Guess that would explain how he got his name." said Debbie, who kept on reading one of her magazines.
"Well, if that's the case," said Jomo. "It would be wise if you stayed inside the ComVee while I get help."
"But we have to go out there and find Simba, the real Lion King!" I protested.
"Not with the hyenas patrolling at night, Eliza." said Jomo. "We've talked about this before, remember?"
I stopped myself before I could say anything, recalling the time Sloan and Bree Blackburn captured Tally and I almost got killed trying to save him.
So the only thing I could do was nod my head slowly, saying. "Yes, I remember."
"Good." said Jomo. "With that said, I will be back as soon as I can. Until then, enjoy the rest of your evening."
"You as well, Jomo." Dad said, shaking his friend's hand.
Once Jomo left the ComVee, Mom said. "And on that note, we should all get ready for bed."
While she spoke, as I watch Jomo drive away from the ComVee, I realize it was up to me and Darwin to find Simba and restore the Pride Lands.
