11th, February
Addie had talked to an uncountable amount of people, and, after what seemed like 5 hours, she got some information. (With the help of 6 translators)
Jeff had fallen down during turbulence, and was now in a hospital. A thought struck her. The riddle. The of the line for Jeff's part was 'Will need a long rest,' Addie shook her head.
It wasn't because of cheap airlines dot com. Whichever airline they picked, even if they didn't go, Jeff would get hurt. It was in the riddle. It had to happen, no matter what. He would need a long rest.
"How long?" she said, wondering to herself. It couldn't be that long, she couldn't wait that long.
She dialled the hospital's number.
"Hello? African Wildlife hospital here." Finally, Addie thought, someone who speaks English.
"Hello, do you know someone who was brought to your hospital by the name of Jeff -umm," Addie realised for the first time that she didn't know Jeff's last name.
"Jeffery Alcolock?" The hospital guy asked.
"Yes, yes, I think so..."
"Yes ma'am, he arrived here a few moments ago, with a minor concussion." No reply came from Addie, just stunned silence.
"Ma'am?"
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Ned
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Ned decided to take a walk.
It was Saturday and he had nothing better to do. An ambulance ran past him, red and white cleaning his vison. He began his walk, looking for any kind of company.
After 30-40 minutes, Ned saw a girl, hurriedly walking though the forest. She looked worried. She saw Ned and immediately asked, "Have you seen and ambulance or something that looks like that?"
She had an American accent, and she was one of the few people who spoke English here.
"Yeah, it passed by some time ago... It went that way." The girl looked confused. Nad pointed to the left. "Where are you from?" She asked, she probably got that from the accent.
"London," Ned said, suspiciously.
"Are you... Nedelion Parcher?" The girl asked, her smile widening.
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Jacqueline
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Jacqueline was pretty stupid. Putting up flyers -Saying, 'Missing Idiot: Nedelion Parcher, needs to be captured. Robber!"- with a drawing of a stick figure in chains, was definitely not a good idea.
It was a waste of lots of things.
It wasted glue, which didn't stick, but instead, melted and stuck to Jacqueline's 4-inch nails. No one could understand English, and they all kept on saying 'Nada,' which Jacqueline thought meant 'Nada,' (She is very smart, isn't she?)
Plus, the insects bit the paper off. Waste of paper.
Now Jacqueline was very mad. No one could understand her rage. Maybe because of her accent, maybe because of her English, maybe because of both of them, but she was annoyed. She gave up, looking for Jeff instead... Back in London!
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The Lost Thought
AçãoA 14-year-old Texas girl named Addie is unaware of her identity. Her transport to London occurs one day A wicked woman by the name of Jacqueline is on a mission to track out Addie and four other individuals before they track each other down Without...
