As soon as I get inside the car, I immediately lock my door and tell the others to lock their doors as well. They obey without asking questions or arguing because they know what is going on and they understand the seriousness of our situation. I look outside and feel relieved when I don't see anyone or anything suspicious or dangerous outside. I really need to relax a little bit but I know that I have reason to worry and be scared, so I decide not to think about it too much. I look over at Mike who is concentrating on the road. Pikachu is looking outside the windows at the beautiful scenery, and not saying a word. I know that the surroundings are beautiful, and I understand what he is doing. He is trying to distract himself and think about something happy so I decide to do the same. I look outside the car at the scenery as Mike drives us to his home.
As soon as Mike stops the car, I look at his house. It's a tan house, and it's tall. The garden looks beautiful with vegetables growing, the grass is bright green, and the house looks like a mansion almost. It is wide, and has many rooms, and I don't understand the point of the house being so big since Mike lives by himself. As Mike gets out of the car, he looks at me and sees how I am staring intently at his house. He smiles and laughs as he sees this and says, "Kyle, you are amazed by my house? I'm a good boss and make a lot of money. Now we need to get inside and do some research." I nod my head and get out of the car.
When we get inside, I look around and see that there are many empty rooms. I don't know why there are so many empty rooms, and so I just look at Mike. He guides us to the computer and says, "Well, the computer is in this room." I walk inside and see a black slick laptop sitting on the ground. It's shiny, and looks new. I look at Mike, and he gets on the computer and goes onto Google.
"Now I type in "violent human illness" or something like that, and see what comes up..." When he types in the words, he gasps and looks horrified. I look at him, and then ask,
"What's the matter Mike?" Without looking at me, he says,
"There may not be a cure..." Once I hear the words, I gasp and stop breathing.