The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

The Black Island. (2)

The Reporters VS. The Detectives.

No One POV:

It was only by 3 in the morning that Malory stopped crying and apologizing to Tintin. When she finally calmed down enough, they both ended up lying back in their respected seats, talking into the night about Tintin's realizations, to which Malory, who was able to regain her cheekiness by then replied with, "We really need to go to a couple's therapy after all of this." to which Tintin replied with mad blush.

But even without using Malory's idea, she and Tintin ended up making suggestions and decisions on how to avoid situations like these from ever happening again.

It was a calm, quiet and pleasent conversation. One they both knew they should've had a long time ago and should do more often, even if their usual communication was already alright.

The more you care about a person, the more open you need to be with them. 

They only fell asleep at the crack of dawn.

And now, it was a late morning hour but not much changed. They were still asleep and the train was still moving.

Or at least it was until a mysterious gloved hand grabbed the handbrake and pulled it down, bringing the train to a halt.

"-WHOA? -What? AHH!" Tintin yelled as he was sent to the floor, startling Malory awake and, still being drowsy from the sleep, jumped up but failed to find the seat with her hand to support herself, resulting in her flailing around a bit before eventually falling from her seat as well and ending up on top of Tintin. 

Snowy barked in surprise as he stepped out of their way since they landed on where he was lying down just a second ago.

"Sorry Snowy..." Malory mumbled as she opened her eyes, only to meet Tintin's and finally realizing where she landed, "And sorry Tintin."

"It's okay, Malory." Tintin reassured as they both rose up and he opened the window, looking out, "Why are we stopping?"

"Emergancy maybe?" Malory offered before he joined her side once more, making their way out of the compartment.

And just as they exited, they notice a mysterious man dressed in gray at the end of the hall, making his way towards the door of the cart.

"Hey you! Wait!" Tintin called after him as the three ran after him.

Tintin opened the door and stepped on the first stair while Malory stayed inside.

They looked to the sides and tried to get off in order to search further when-

"Hold it!" A train constructor popped out of nowhere, grabbing them both and pulling them back inside, "What do you think you're doing?"

"But wait, someone just jumped off the train!" Tintin tried to explain.

"And woke us up very harshly, aren't you going to try and stop him for these crimes?" Malory asked but before anyone could answer her, a new, yet familiar, voice was heard from deeper inside the cart.

"Police!"

"Everybody freeze!" Another new, yet famliar, voice joined in.

In the cart where the voices came from, a man with an inky black beard and glasses was busy rubbing his head.

"Right, let's go over this again." Thomson asked the man, who stopped rubbing his head to talk to him.

"I told you, somvone hit me and stole my wallet!" The german sounding man explained.

"Detectives?" Tintin and Malory called simultaneously right after that as they were being ushered forth by the constructor, all stopping to look at the commotion.