I looked up at the stars, feeling something other than the cool breeze brush against my skin, almost the feel of someone's hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes and absorbed the odd moment.
"You okay there baby-girl?" Russel asked.
"Hai, Russel-san," I replied. "Are we almost there?" I asked, trying to keep any whiney tone out of my voice.
"I think so baby-girl, almost." He promised, moving with more urgency.
Part of me wondered how Russ knew where he was going but I didn't want to ask him, fearing he really was just wandering, thinking he could stumble upon the location.
"I can't wait to see 2D-san again." I said aloud, but more to myself.
"I hope Muds hasn't gone off and done something too stupid." Russel commented. I nodded, but a sinking feeling told me he had. I suspected Russel knew this too.
"D'you think he really burnt down Kong?" I asked.
"I dunno baby-girl, he might be crazy, with all the shit he's pulled lately. But we're his family and we gotta stick with 'im." The drummer replied. I thought over this piece of wisdom as we moved through the warm waters of the Pacific Ocean.
I leaned back on the giant man's head and sighed. Three days at sea, hopefully only a few left. My eyelids fluttered, but I fought sleep. I had a fear of sliding off Russel's head and falling into the sea. I forced myself to think of memories to keep me awake.
I thought of 2D and Murdoc, what they might be doing at Plastic Beach, I thought of how much I missed them, and how glad I would be to be back with them all. I wondered if they missed me, I knew 2D did, but what about Murdoc?
Probably not, I told myself. Murdoc doesn't care about anything but himself and money. I agreed with my mind's statement and allowed my thought process to lead me to another topic.