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Chapter 5: Prince Rupert
"May 4th, 0800 hours, plotting a course for Prince Rupert in British Columbia. I'll pass Vancouver, drop down to Portland, after that it's Medford, San Francisco, and the rest of the western seaboard…My passenger is still as talkative as ever. Whatever that thing was it was injecting her with some sort of drug, something that causes memory loss. I just hope the effects aren't permanent." Alice switched off the camera, ending her latest video log. The flight ahead of them to Prince Rupert would take almost two and a half hours if the wind kept its course.
The first two hours passed in complete silence after that, when Alice was alone the silence wasn't so bad, but having Claire enclosed in such a small space with her, she could do nothing but think about it. She wanted to know what the redhead was thinking about; she wanted to be a part of her life, like before. When smoldering days in the desert led to passionate starry nights.
"Your name… is Alice right?"
"She speaks." Alice lifted her eyebrows in surprise.
"Look I'm sorry about back there. I-I don't know what happened." Claire apologized sincerely.
"I know you don't, and don't worry about it – my face will heal," Alice responded as she brought her hand up to touch her sore jaw.
"Your face?"
Alice glanced behind her and saw Claire's confused expression. "You don't remember the fight?"
"No, but I guess that explains why my ribs hurt."
Alice grimaced, "Yeah, sorry about that."
"Why were we fighting?"
"I really have no idea. I landed here and went looking for you and the others when you attacked me." Claire went quiet but Alice didn't want the conversation to end. "So, if you weren't apologizing about the fight, what were you apologizing for?"
"For being so hostile, but who do you trust when you don't even know who you are?"
"I know the feeling," Alice said pensively. "Back when I worked for Umbrella, at the start of the outbreak, a defense system went off and I got gassed. I couldn't remember anything. I trusted someone I shouldn't have, and it cost me."
"What happened?"
"That story's gonna have to wait for another time – we're here."
Alice turned the plane away from the shores of British Columbia and headed further out to sea, towards the Queen Charlotte Islands.
"We're not going to land on the mainland?"
"No, the undead population will be less on one of these isolated islands."
Alice spotted a congregation of small bush-planes parked near a runway on one of the smaller islands, and decided that was their best bet for more fuel without depleting her own supply. The landing was easy compared to some of the others she had in the past, but Alice didn't cut the engine right away. She glanced to her left and right, looking for any immediate danger. When she found none she shut down the airplane and said to Claire, "Stay put." Alice pulled back the windshield and climbed on to the plane's wing then jumped to the ground, un-holstering both of her revolvers as she did so.