"How about we go look around for survivors?" Iris suggested.
"We have a bit of a problem though." Minerva pointed out.
"You mean the big wall of rubble that Fred can totally not fly over that I didn't notice until now?" Iris asked.
"Yep."
"Do you think Fred could, I don't know, move the rubble?" Iris questioned.
"Maybe. Fred, can you move the rubble?"
"I don't know master." Fred said.
"How about you try?"
Then Fred walked up to the rubble very slowly, like you know how in movies they do that slo-mo walk thing? Yeah that. Fred put his hands under the rubble and lifted up the whole wall!
Minerva and Iris burst out laughing, "He said he didn't know if he could! He lifted the whole wall!" Minerva said, still laughing.
"I know!" Iris said, gasping for breath.
"We might as well tell him to put it down somewhere right?"
"Fred, put the wall down somewhere that won't get in the way."
"Yes master."
"How about we teleport to the marketplace to see if there are any survivors." Iris said.
"Fred, teleport us to the marketplace."
Then there was a whoosh and they were transported to the marketplace. "It's very empty here." Minerva said.
"Yeah, let's check the mall." Iris said.
"I can imagine this being a movie, picture it: Minerva as the leader, Iris as the productive one and Fred as the assistant." Minerva said.
"One question, why did name Fred how you did?" Iris asked.
"Well, first of all it's my default, and second have you read Harry Potter?" Minerva responded.
"Who's Harry Potter?"
"You know, I really thought that with all those books of yours, that you would have read Harry Potter, but enough about that. We should get up to the mall, if there even is a staircase."
YOU ARE READING
The Troubled Galaxy
Science FictionWhen Minerva crash lands on a planet, her whole world is turned upside down when she finds out things that she never thought could be true.