The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

The Black Island.

The Mysterious Plane.

No One POV:

Tintin smiled to himself as he watched Snowy chasing a butterfly.

It was a nice, semi-chilly, morning and Tintin decided to go out for a nice walk.

Or, maybe forced is the right term to use, seeing how it was Malory who basically kicked him out of the apartment.

"Just because I need to rest, does not mean you should be cooped up in the house along with me! And besides, Snowy needs to go out a little." Her voice filled Tintin's mind, making him smile lovestruckingly.

"Don't be like that, Malory! Tomorrow would be the last day you'd have to rest according to our agreement." He tried to reason with her.

"Then I'll join you guys tomorrow. For today, go!" She said as she lightly ushered him towards the entrance, Tintin barely managing to grab his coat along the way.

"Just don't plan another birthday."

"Oh, ha-ha!"

She really didn't plan to do another birthday party, but Tintin had the feeling that she planned on sneaking out into the post office to see if there're any letters from his parents. It HAS been a month since they left but Tintin guessed that she wouldn't find anything there. After all, it's hard to keep a low profile AND send out mail, he of all people would know.

But again, he wouldn't bother her about that, she would be home-free tomorrow, anyway.

Tintin stopped and watched as Snowy circled around him, trying to catch the butterfly. Excuses or not, Malory was right about Snowy needing fresh air.

He kept smiling at the constant thoughts about her and was about to resume the walk when a low rumble filled his ears, making him look up at the sky.

"That plane's in trouble!" Tintin thought out loud as he watched the mechanic bird slowly lowering down before successfully landing on the meadow not too far from him and a man in a pilot's attire stepped out onto its' right wing.

"Come on, Snowy, let's take a look!" Tintin called for the white dog, who finally gave up the chase and made his way towards his owners.

"Are you okay?" Tintin called out as he approached the pilot, who didn't seem to hear him as he was busy messing with engine.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?" Tintin tried again...

...And didn't notice the hand that rose out of the plane with a gun...

"AHhh!!" He yelled before groaning, barely avoiding squishing Snowy as he fell on his back, holding his wounded chest.

Snowy looked at his human friend in shock before looking as the plane flew away, as if it didn't just shoot a civillian.

Snowy's howls echoed in the meadow as if he was hoping someone, especially Malory would hear him.

Malory POV:

"I know we had a deal, but- Oh, I guess I'm back before them." I said to myself as I lamely stood at the entrance of the house only to be greeted by the echo of the telephone's office rings instead of what I thought would be Tintin, having his arms crossed and looking at me in amusement, "And here I spent all my way back here rehearsing excuses..."

Holding onto the mail and throwing the keys into the bowl on the coffee table, I made my way towards the office and peeked at the clock on the wall. 

"Strange... Tintin's usually back by lunch. Did they already go to look for me?" I asked myself, getting a bit worried, before finally picking up the telephone.