The Conductor

Chapter Twenty One- Brittany

I crash landed face first on the hard floor of a strange place, something unlike what I'd ever seen before. I was surrounded by strange machines and weird furniture.

"What is this place?" I asked, confused and bewildered.

"This is FACE, my time machine." the Conductor limply replied. He was breathing really heavy now. His eyes fluttered with exhaustion, threatening for him to fall to the floor.

"Conductor!" Cicile screamed, rushing over to him. He fell backwards and was limp and weak in Cicile's arms.

"Jenny." he cried, his voice gradually fading. "Jenny."

After the Conductor had finished his beckon call, a strange woman appeared. She was wearing strange clothing, tight, blue pants and a pale green short-sleeved shirt. Her pale orange hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and her orange freckles and green eyes gave her a warm glow.

"Conductor, who's Jenny?" Cicile asked, looking down at the Conductor.

"My robot medical assistant I told you about earlier. She's coming over here..."

"You must be Cicile." she greeted with a warm smile. "I was built by the Conductor. I am trained in every known medical procedure out there. And who is this?"

Jenny looked over at me.

"Brittany." I replied.

"Pleased to meet you. If you don't mind, I need to aid the Conductor."

Jenny knelt down next to the Conductor.

"Conductor, where does it hurt?" she asked, softly.

"My... back." he replied, painfully.

"Cicile, do me a favor and softly lay the Conductor on the floor face down."

Cicile gently flipped the Conductor around and set him down on the floor. Jenny knelt down next to him, examining him, humming in thought.

"This rather large cut couldn't have possibly left the Conductor like this. What else happened?"

"I was beat up," he gasped, "I was cut in the back by the Wood Splits and I was on my way to rescue Cicile and Brittany when the Drum Major's men beat me up and took me to her warehouse. There, she hit me in the back, my side, and my stomach, the bandage wrapped around my waist the only source of possible protection from the brutality of her kicking me."

Jenny frowned. "I'm going to need to clean you up. Come with me."

With help from me and Cicile, Jenny supported the Conductor with her arms and led us down several winding hallways until we reached a mid-sized room with futuristic medical equipment everywhere. She set him down on a metal table, similar to the ones we were tied up to earlier, with a cushion covered in paper.

"I'm sorry ladies, but I have to have you leave for safety precautions." Jenny sighed.

I wiped away some tears that crowded my eyesight and agreed to walk out.

Cicile put her arms around me and walked out, softly shutting the door behind her.

We waited for what felt like days, lost in deep thoughts of concern for the Conductor's life when we were called back in by Jenny.

The Conductor had been relocated to another room with a plush bed. He lay on his stomach, shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his body, buried in a fleece blanket, fast asleep. He was facing a small dresser-drawer on the right side of the bed where that famous baton was placed along with a small lamp. His face was now clean from the blood that once stained it as he was practically punched to death, and the dark red liquid no longer seeped through his bandages, leaving only the bruises around his eyes.

I exchanged a smile with Cicile and peacefully watched him sleeping from the doorway.

"How's his blood sugar?" Cicile asked after a few moments.

"Back to normal, now." Jenny replied, glancing at her wrist. A small screen appeared with a whole bunch of different medical stats about the Conductor on it. "He lost a lot of blood, but I was able to put his blood sugar back to a stable level."

"Good." Cicile replied.

"The poor guy," I sighed, "He's been through so much pain today. That Drum Major gal sure is tough and mean."

"She is pretty merciless, isn't she?" Jenny asked. I nodded in agreement to her statement. "Thank goodness for the Conductor's certain level of genius. He is very bright, bright enough to foil the Drum Major's plans every single time!"

I laughed. Cicile smiled at Jenny.

"You are, too." she said to Jenny, acknowledging her medical treatment on the Conductor.

"Thank you." Jenny gushed.

We waited for a few hours for the Conductor to wake up, but in the meantime Jenny took us on a tour around FACE and we all get to know each other better. I found out Cicile used to play the Saxophone and Jenny was pretty much like a regular human except she has artificial parts. But, however, she can feel human emotions such as sadness, happiness, anger, love, etc. Me? I told them my father owned the music store I was at before we got captured.

Jenny was a nice person. She looked very much like a real human. If you saw her walking down the street, having known nothing about her, you wouldn't even be able to tell she wasn't human. She said she has fallen in love with other humans before, but they cast her out when she found out she wasn't human.

Jenny was showing us the basics as to how the time machine worked when the wall telephone connected to all the rooms rang. She picked it up.

"Hello?" she greeted.

Jenny talked to the other end in concern for a few moments. She slowly hung up the wall phone as a frown spread across her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"That was the Conductor. He said the Drum Major's attacking Town Square."