A/N: Good morning, fellow readers. So, I've been trying this new app called WordTune, and so far, I'm impressed. If anyone doesn't know what that is, all you have to do is highlight a word, sentence, or paragraph, and it'll provide suggestions if you don't want to have choppy sentences and such. That said, I've been using it for my story. Also, some have commented that the travel scene has gone too fast, so I decided to expand on that. This will be an expansion to the "Jago" chapter. So, have a great Saturday morning, and happy reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Killer Instinct or Carrie. They belong to their respective owners.

The birds dipped and swooped through the sky, skimming the water's surface as they searched for food. Below them, the ocean liner sliced through the water with its hull, forming a white-crested wake. Birds soared with the ship's rhythm, and travelers enjoyed the scenery.

Carrie remained in her quarters, staring through the window. She sighed as she sat on her bed. The teenager stayed with the mysterious man for three weeks, not speaking to him. Despite their eerie silence, Carrie sensed a strange connection to the man.

Though hesitant to trust the man, his behavior seemed genuine. Throughout her life, Carrie faced challenges in gaining acceptance among her peers and teachers in her hometown. Her mother was no better; she used her twisted religion to punish her for minor things.

When Carrie discovered her telekinetic ability, she yearned for change. However, following that terrible Prom Night, she vowed never to exert her powers again.

After weeks of awkward silence, she cleared her throat. "Um… excuse me? Sir?"

"Hm?" The man focused his meditation. Though subtle, her voice surprised him.

"Do you… do you have a name?"

"Yes, but hard to pronounce, so my friends call me Baki." He opened his left eye. "Still wondering why I helped you?"

Wringing her hands, Carrie shifted away from him. Until today, such kindness was foreign to her.

Baki exhaled. "I meant what I said. I couldn't leave you there. The captain was curious about you when I brought you aboard. I told him you were a lost soul affected by misfortune. He understood and allowed you to stay."

"Is this… a kidnapping?"

"More like a rescue. If you're worried about the authorities, leave them to me. Since we're moving to a different country, I could show them my visa and explain you're with me."

"What's a visa?"

"A document that permits me to live in a country. I'm sure I can make those with authority understand the situation."

Although she had doubts, Carrie believed Baki had a well-thought-out plan. However, questions lingered in her mind, troubling her.

As night fell, and with everyone inside, she snuck outside, arriving at the bow. With its gleaming aura, the moon shone in the sky. As the stars twinkled, the dark sea glistened. The waves splashed against the vessel, reminding her of her unknown future. Salty air filled her lungs, and a cool breeze brushed her skin.

With painful memories haunting her, she bowed her head. God, please forgive me for what I've done in Chamberlain. I never intended to hurt or kill anyone, including my mother. Tears streamed down her cheeks. All I wanted was acceptance. Why am I so alone if you teach us to love and care?

On the 25th day, land appeared on the horizon. As the vessel approached, it veered toward the Meghna River. From her room, Carrie eyed people onboard through the window. She gritted her teeth. How were they content while she suffered?

The opening door broke her thoughts when Baki entered, checking his light luggage. "In a few hours, we should reach our stop."

The vessel traversed the Padme and Brahmaputra rivers, reaching the shores. The fading sunlight cast orange and pink hues across the skyline. Once the ship docked, all was silent, apart from the crew assembling the ramp. People crowded the deck, eager to step on this exotic land. The travelers descended to the shore after the staff erected the stairs.

Baki and Carrie left the vessel last. "Ah, land at last. How are you?"

Carrie rubbed her temples to ease a dull headache. "Not good. Where are we?"

"This is Guwahati, a city in Assam, India. As promised, you're free to go." Baki pulled out a small pouch with a map. "Here's some money. The outlined areas will show you the places to explore. Stay away from those marked X. I must return to Tibet, so I wish you luck."

Baki's departure from the pier didn't make Carrie move from her spot. Though surrounded by greenery, apartment-like buildings remained by the river. She jumped in response to each strange sound, longing to retreat to the boat.

Sensing something was wrong, Baki paused and faced her. "What's the matter, child?"

The girl licked her lips. "I don't know anyone here… and I'm scared."

"What do you…?" Baki gasped as his eyes widened. "Oh dear, my apologies." He stroked his chin until a light bulb popped into his head. "I might know someone in Tibet who can assist you. If you like, I'll bring you to him. I understand your distrust of me and the environment. During the journey, I'll be responsible for your well-being.

"You may leave anytime, but keep your money and map close. Avoid the Xs. Whatever you decide, I will support and respect your decision."

The stranger's words sat with Carrie while she considered her next move. Foreign languages, cultures, and customs were unknown to her. She was also unsure if other agencies had extended their search for her. "I want to come with you."

"Very well."

Turning around, they exited the dock. As they strolled around Guwahati, the city was alive with activity. People laughed and talked, and music filled the night.

After some time, she and Baki reached a three-story beige building. The neatness of the interiors caught Carrie off guard, and she admired the polished wooden floors and furniture. The lobby was aglow with warm lighting and adorned with various plants and décor.

While Baki talked to the receptionist, Carrie glanced around the reception area. Several people wore strange attire, catching her attention. The vibrant colors and patterns of traditional clothing intrigued her. What interested her the most was the red dot between the brows of many women and the meaning behind it.

Once Baki called to her, Carrie hurried toward him, her curiosity still piqued. They moved through the hallway and stopped at the door marked 199. As they stepped inside, Carrie studied her surroundings.

Two separate twin beds sat beside each other. A nightstand rested between them, holding an alarm clock and other things. The walls were bare except for a tall window and a corner desk with a chair. A closet lined the wall, and a bathroom hid in the corner.

Baki stored his luggage. "Go ahead. Make yourself comfy."

Carrie found a couch beside the window. Settling into the cushions, she folded her knees to her chest.

"If you need anything, please wake me up, okay?" Baki yawned. "Traveling can tire someone like me. These bones aren't as strong as they were."

Carrie fell silent as Baki climbed onto a bed. Soon, he drifted asleep, his snores filling the room. On the couch, she shifted her arms and legs. Even in this foreign land, she was a stranger. No friends. No family. Despite wiping them away, she couldn't hold back her tears.

I miss Mama.

"Why do you mourn that witch? You're better off without her," the voice said. "You should be worried about your current situation. For example, your 'companion' might sell you off somewhere."

The girl's eyes bulged at the sleeping man. He wouldn't do that, would he? No. He took me with him, fed me, and sheltered me when he could have left me to die. He said he lived in Tibet, didn't he? As for this person he mentioned, I hope he can help me. I bet he's looking forward to returning home.

A sad yearning enveloped her once that word came to mind. Carrie exhaled while staring out of the window. Despite her hellish life, she longed for home, but it was impossible. Even if she returned, anyone who survived the destruction she unleashed would never accept her, let alone forgive her.

Carrie and Baki wandered through several street markets thickened by spices and incense the following day. In the sun, colorful fabrics and jewelry sparkled. People of all ages haggled with shopkeepers.

She maintained her gaze on Baki, refusing to part with him. While traveling, Carrie spotted some men gazing at them. Just seconds after the men followed them, she resisted the urge to unleash her powers.

"Dear child, are you alright?" Baki asked.

The young girl trembled. "Look behind us."

Baki glanced back, spotting the men. With eyes narrowed, he moved in front of Carrie, facing the men. She restrained her breathing, hearing a fierce growl from the older man's throat. Frightened, the men turned away and retreated. "We don't need to worry about them. Once we reach the road, we'll catch a taxi."

"Where to?"

"The airport because it's the only way to reach Tibet. Are you afraid of heights?"

"I have never been on an airplane, so I don't know."

"Every journey starts somewhere. Come."

A 27-minute taxi ride brought Carrie and Baki to Guwahati International Airport. Her first airport experience left her thrilled and nervous. Some travelers hurried past her while others strolled. A "We Care for Your Safety" billboard loomed over the entrance.

Carrie drew a deep breath and followed Baki into the building. Inside, people moved from one admission booth to another. Digital monitors displayed arrival and departure times. The constant chatter of people echoed. Swamped by noise and chaos, Carrie shielded her ears. Electricity flickered, drawing everyone's attention. She was about to explode when a soft voice stopped her.

Baki stared into her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"This is too much."

"Give yourself time. Just breathe."

"Hey!" a voice shouted as a security guard approached them. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, sir," Baki assured. "I'm calming my granddaughter. She's nervous about flying."

"Ah. Everyone gets nervous in this stage." The guard studied Carrie. "Your granddaughter appears familiar."

"How so?"

"She reminds me of that girl who wrecked a town in the US. Others say a gas leak was responsible. The news has different sources, but I feel sorry for those living there."

Baki stepped forward. "My granddaughter was born and raised in the US but never visited the town you speak of."

"I know, sir. I mentioned it because I had been there long ago. It was such a quiet place. Now it's a shadow of its former self."

"It is unfortunate. I'll pray for the survivors."

"That's kind of you. I reckon the victims appreciate that. Would you mind if I looked at your passports?"

"Of course." Baki handed the travel document and a note to the guard. "That form is for my granddaughter's passport. It's still in the works, so the officials told me to use it until they finish the final product."

"That's fine." After scanning the passport and the document, the guard returned them to Baki. "So, where are you two flying?"

"Tibet to see relatives."

"Ah. Then, I recommend Bhutan Airlines or Druk Air. They might take you to different cities, but you'll be as close to Tibet as possible."

Baki pressed his hands together and bowed. "Thank you, sir."

"Anytime. Have a safe flight." The security guard tipped his hat and walked away.

Carrie breathed out. Baki's calm demeanor and quick thinking shielded her from detection by the guard.

After moving through the lines, they reached the Bhutan Airlines check-in counter. However, no seats were available on the flights. Unfazed, they proceeded to Druk Air's counter and found two available tickets. They purchased them and headed to the departure lounge.

When they arrived, they discovered a pair of seats in the lounge's back. Everyone was in their worlds of books, music, or smartphones, creating a packed setting.

Thirty minutes later, their plane approached the gate. Following the ticket scan, they crossed the jet bridge and boarded the plane. The flight attendants greeted Carrie with a warm smile, and she mirrored the gesture. She glanced between rows until she found her seat, but it was beside a window. Carrie groaned, wishing for an aisle seat.

Baki sat next to her, watching her fidget while getting cozy. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not a fan of window seats."

"Hm. How about you and I switch seats?"

Carrie paused for a moment before agreeing. After a quick switch, she sank into the aisle seat, grateful for the extra legroom. "So, how long is this flight?"

"About an hour," Baki said. "This plane is heading to Paro, Bhutan. We should get there soon, depending on the weather."

The roaring engines outside and a slight jerk from the plane startled Carrie. The captain welcomed and informed the travelers about the flight's route, duration, and expected weather. She caught sight of her unbuckled seatbelt during safety procedures and fastened it. Soon after, she held her cross necklace and prayed.

Amid her prayers, the aircraft lifted off the ground. Her stomach hardened and flipped as the plane ascended, but her faith never wavered. She stopped praying when Baki tapped her shoulder.

"We're in the air now."

With every tension released from her body, Carrie leaned against the cushion. Thank you, Lord.