Ripper
gasped!, breathing heavily, recovering from his nightmare. He scanned the trunk of the pickup truck, hoping that it was time to meet Malcolm. The blanket's hue had changed from a light blue to a reddish-orange light that made the bottom of trunk a
brilliant orange lava-like floor.
Blue was still deep in her lumber, not paying any mind to Ripper's hyperventilating self. But, finally, Ripper calmed down, and finally regained the ability to talk again.
"M-Maisie? Could you please tell me the time, please?" , Ripper muttered, hoping Maisie had heard him.
"Ripper, was that you? I'm sorry, but could you speak up?" , Maisie replied.
"I said, what time is it?" , Ripper said with emphasis.
"Oh,
it's 5:34."
Seriously? No! Another hour and thirty minutes? Oh, what will I do? I may die of boredom, and then I'll be finished!
Am I being
dramatic, actually? I should probably stop, shouldn't I?
Oh, what to do, what to do?
Ripper looked back at Blue still fast asleep, and then noticed a few pebbles on the bottom of the trunk, and Ripper had
an idea.
Ripper picked up a pebble, lunging his arm back slightly before letting the pebble fly-
at least temporarily-
and it landed right on Blue's grayish-blue snout.
Ripper picked up another pebble, lunging it yet
again at Blue,
this time hitting the bottom of her jaw. Ripper snorted when Blue's mouth and eyes had scrunched up slightly from the mild discomfort,
before relaxing her face again.
Ripper had to admit that his little game was quite fun, and he picked up yet
another rock, throwing it at the gray and blue raptor, but right before it can make impact, Blue's eyes
shoot open.
The rock then hits her nose.
"Ripper,
when we get out of this trunk, I'm gonna make you wish you were
never bor-"
"Guys! does anybody else see a pickup truck
pulling into that handicapped spot?" , Maisie asked.
The van went silent,
or at least the trunk did. And after a moment of awkward quietness Owen finally decided to
it.
"Alright, guys, I think Malcolm's here, so we can probably go out any moment now.", Owen said.
"Is there anyone in the parking lot?", Claire asked.
"Nnnnope.
Other than Malcolm and us there's no one here." This made sense as the Walmart they were at would be closing soon.
"Look! Someone's getting out of the truck!"
Everyone's head turned,
even Ripper's and Blue's, even though they wouldn't be able to see anything but the blanket that encompassed them with a fiery orange hue.
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