CHAPTER 3

Max POV

"Hey, Max," Gazzy called over the rushing wind.

"Huh?" I asked, looking over my shoulder, seeing his curious face between the strokes of my wings.

"Where are we headed?" he asked.

"My mom's first," I replied.

The voice had us running around like crazy lately. Last week, we were on the east coast. Then, it told us to go to the west coast. I figured a visit to my mom wouldn't hurt.

"And from there?" Gazzy continued.

"Somewhere along the west coast," I said. "The voice wasn't very specific. It sounds like we're heading towards San Francisco."

Nudge immediately began running her mouth, but my mind wandered away as soon as she started her rant about sight-seeing.

"Did you hear me, Max?" Nudge asked, bringing me back in.

"Sorry, what?"

"Could we please get some lunch, now?" she pleaded.

"We've only been flying for three hours," I stated. "And we only have about an hour to go, not even. Can you last one more hour?"

I tried not to sound rude. I just didn't want to stop when we were so close.

"I guess," she sighed. "Oh! Do you think your mom will have some cookies ready for us? That would be so amazing!"

Another Nudge rant. I rolled my eyes and laughed quietly to myself. Or so I thought…

Fang POV

We were coasting above the clouds for about three hours. Max told me we were needed on the west coast, according to her voice.

When the Gasman asked about it, Nudge went on and on about the possibilities of where we could go and what we could do.

Out of nowhere, I felt hungry. But, I wasn't actually hungry. It was another split-second emotion, only it lasted two seconds. Then, it was gone.

At that exact moment, Nudge said, "Now, I'm hungry. Max, we should stop for food!"

That was…strange. This was the third or fourth time I had a split-second feeling that wasn't actually mine. Only, the last one was a second and a half longer than the others.

Point aside, something weird was happening.

"Did you hear me, Max?" Nudge asked.

Max and I seemed to drift in and out during Nudge's babbling if we knew it wasn't important. Don't get me wrong, she's a cool kid, but she could talk for hours about nothing.

"Sorry, what?" Max replied.

"Could we please get some lunch, now?" Nudge asked again.

"We've only been flying for three hours. And we only have about an hour to go, not even. Can you last one more hour?" Max said.

"I guess," Nudge sighed. "Oh…"

Oh, another rant. About food. Well, cookies, more specifically.

Max let out a quiet laugh and I swooped closer to her.

"Yo."

She was little surprised by my interruption, but said, "Hey. How's it going?"

I shrugged, "It's going."

I wanted to tell her about these weird split-second emotions, but decided that was a conversation better for another time.