Beyond the home

Chapter 7: Pattern

Location: Zürich, Switzerland
Time: 21.45

So this is Switzerland. Nooshy thought, stepping out of the bus and looking around. Her goal now was to find somewhere she could sleep, she was tired.

But also a place where she could think about the patterns. There must be some timer or something.

She saw that the train station right beside the bus station had a hotel on top of it. She had never seen something like that, but now she knew she was not home.

Where was she anyway was one of the most important questions in her mind right now.

She crossed the road and walked inside the building, also finding directions to the hotel reception.

She came to it, and met a desk lady, sitting behind a table, bored at worst.

"Hello, I would like to book a room," Nooshy said, taking her wallet out.

"Give me some ID." She replied, adjusting herself. Nooshy found her ID, which surprisingly changed too. She handed her the piece of plastic, and she took it.

"Nooshy...Wright...Ms. Wright, do you want a full service or none?" She said without any emotion while handing her the card back.

"Um...is there a shop nearby?" "Yes, nonstop, right there." She said, pointing at a store, that looked like a traditional Chinese shop.

"Okay, so then no service is enough," Nooshy said, as the lady began typing some things.

"So in euros, it's 160. Cash or card?" The lady asked, as Nooshy brought out the money, which she learned is called Swiss Forint, and placed a 200 note on the table.

The lady took it, and gave her back 30, supposedly because of conversion or something. And then she handed her the key with the number 237 on it.

"Upstairs, left. Goodnight." The lady said and leaned back on her chair.

Geez, she could've been more friendly. Nooshy thought, walking upstairs, and walking to her assigned room. It didn't look bad, a simple bed, a table with a tv, and a bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. 

Stepping into the bathroom, she saw a bathrobe, which was what she was looking for. Happy with her finding, she unlocked the door, and went out of the room, straight back down to the store.

As she stepped in, she immediately saw some baguettes, instant soups, sweets, and pastries. She picked a few packs of sweets, a cola, and two baguettes. She put it on the counter and paid for it.

As she stepped out of the store, she saw a quick flash of some light, like someone had taken a picture of her. But as she looked around, she couldn't find anyone around. She shook her head, hoping it was just a hallucination from everything that happened.

She got back to the room and placed herself on the bed.

Okay so... She began thinking. The first time it moved me was on that train, where I freaked out. Then at the restaurant...where I kinda freaked out too...

She opened a pack and put a gummy bear into her mouth. And back at Porsha's apartment, I was freaking out too. So I need to stay calm at all costs.

She saw another flash, just outside the window. What? She stood up and walked to the window, but saw nothing, just a dark sky, and a train coming into the station. Must have been the spotlight.

Location: Livigno, Italy
Time: 21.58

"They said they saw a person who was meowing." Sweetie said, walking around a restaurant on top of a ski resort. 

"Yeah, although why would Nooshy begin meowing in the first place?" Timur asked, looking over the edges. "Surely if she was here we would know about it."

"And the security footage?" "They don't have it up here was their explanation." He said. "It's cold here, which doesn't seem the explanation I want them to give me."

"We need to look for some clues." Sweetie said, walking back to the carousel. "Because we will search for ages."

"Let's ski down the slope, Sweetie." She heard through the communicator, and she turned around, only to see Timur, already standing on a pair of skis. She shook her head, as a snowboard extended out of her pup pack. She hopped on and slid down the slope at a ridiculously fast speed.

"Woooooo!!!" Sweetie yelled, going down faster and faster. People she passed were confused at minimum, seeing a dog snowboarding. And she handled it really nicely. She looked behind her, and saw Timur, heading towards her, but beginning to slow down for some reason.

Sweetie faced back, just to see she was heading straight for a rock. She had no time to react and went flying away, towards the hotels. She quickly activated her jet boots, and slowed herself down, centimeters away from a wall.

"Sweetie." "I'm fine. Let's go." Sweetie said. "Nothing is here."

She flew towards the flying...thing they arrived here in, and got inside. Timur got there soon after her, and they flew away.

"Aren't you hurt?" He asked Sweetie.

"No, but I could've been a paint on that wall," Sweetie said. "So, what are we going to do now?"

"I don't think we can continue today." He replied, pointing at the dark sky. "We should get some sleep and continue tomorrow." 

Sweetie nodded, as they turned, heading in the opposite direction. Sweetie laid down on the seats, and fell asleep really quickly, exhausted. Timur pulled his phone out and called one person.

"How's the search?" Porsha asked immediately as she picked up. 

"Nothing. Well, not at least yet." He said. "But...we are gonna continue tomorrow." 

"Don't tell me you are giving up." "Of course not. But there is no use." Timur said, looking out of the window as he saw the landing pad extend from the ground. "We'll sleep at my house and early in the morning we'll leave for Germany."

"Oh, okay." "How's my family treating you?" "Your mum is so sweet, but she keeps calling someone, and saying something about your brother," Porsha said. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Timur said. "The moment we finish, I'm literally gonna stay with you for a year, maybe more. No leaving."

"You don't have t-" "Incoming call from the department of foreign criminal activity Europe located in Brussel." Jarvis interrupted them both.

"I need to go." He hang up the call and accepted the other one. "Yes?"

"Sorry to call you this late in the night." The person behind the call said. "My name is Officer Sklawtoski, and I'm calling to inform you about suspicion of your doing in Zurich."

"As far as I'm aware every mission made by my company was terminated last week." "Yes, we are aware of that." The officer said. "But we have video proof of your radio preset in use today in Zurich." 

"Sidet Industries don't use my radio codes, and I'm on a private life now, so either that's some amateur kids or just a bug in your system," Timur explained. "But it's not me, and it's not my company."

"Well, for legal reasons I must inform you." The officer continued. "Radio code was SI-6-TPP-02 and it was not responding to our tries of contact."

"Okay, bye." He said and hung up. "Jarvis, SI-6-TPP-02."

Why does it sound so familiar??