Beyond the home

Chapter 12: Not good, not bad

Nooshy exited the train, seeing an old but reconstructed train station. The big sign that said LONDON was hanging from the high ceiling. Now her second challenge started; find a phone retail, buy a phone, buy a card, and call Porsha. 

She chose London to do it since it was an island, so even if they were looking for her, she would find them, and they would find her. And it was an English-speaking country.

Okay, now hopefully I will be able to find some store. She thought, walking past the mass amount of people. She knew that if this many people were in any city back in her universe, she would be attacked by paparazzi. 

Soon, she found herself staring at a certain billboard. There was a very familiar picture of a local store in Calatonia, and next to it was that they were hiring people born on the same date as her.

This is probably a trick. Nooshy thought, memorizing the number placed next to it. She was going to call that number either way, since it was the closest to "we are looking for you, Nooshy" she had ever seen.

But then she thought; why wouldn't they just put everywhere that they are looking for her in the first place? Surely they could.

"Excuse me, miss." She heard.

Nooshy turned around and saw a policeman looking at her, with some papers in his hands.

"Yes?" "Are you Nooshy Wright?" He asked, Nooshy nodding. "Come with me, miss."

"What have I done?" "Come with me, please." The policeman said. Nooshy nodded and followed the policeman to his car. He opened the car door for her and she sat inside. The man closed the door and took out his walkie-talkie.

"Sir, we got her."

/-/-/-/

"...When I need a healing, I just look up to the ceiling..." Sweetie quietly sang to herself as she admired the country she was flying over.

"...I see the sun coming down, I know it's all better now..." She continued. The song that was playing was something she suddenly heard, and for half an hour she played it on repeat since she was alone in the whole ship.

The billboards were up for a few hours, but she still didn't hear a thing from Nooshy. It was almost as if she was gone for good. 

And she was scared of it. She has a family and friends, she needs to be with them. It's not like her, she can disappear whenever, and the only ones who would care were her own daughter, and probably her boss since he would need to find a replacement.

She also thought of asking Timur for a contact for Everest. He said he had them, and she would rather give Valerie to her than keep her with Chase because she didn't trust him at all.

"Sweetie?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by Jarvis, who was showing her a map. "I've found something."

"Show it." "It's a picture of someone being taken into a police car, and the person looks similar to Miss Wright." The AI said, showing pictures and comparisons. And the person didn't look like Nooshy...

It was Nooshy.

"Where?" "London, but...it's not a real police car and I lost them as they left London," Jarvis said.

"So that would mean she was kidnapped." Sweetie deducted. "Send this to Timur, and I'm going to London."

"Understood." He said, and fired all thrusters, heading towards Britain. They were quickly leaving the French landscape and getting over the sea, but then suddenly...

everything went dark.

"Jarvis?" She said, seeing every panel turned off. But also...she felt they were losing velocity and fast.

"Jarvis? Reboot the systems!" She shouted, but not a thing. Suddenly, she began lifting off, meaning they reached zero gravity and were heading right towards the sea.

This isn't how flying works I think. Sweetie thought, as she fired the thruster on her collar to guide her towards the hatch.

"Connection to servers terminated." A robotic voice said out of her collar.

"Okay, new plan." She thought as she was unable to reach the hatch. Her suit appeared on her, and she flew right through the large window, seconds before it fell into the water.

She looked through her visor to see the damage, it wasn't working. All she got were errors everywhere. She looked around the crash site, slowly seeing the broken-off parts coming back up. 

Shit.

/-/-/-/

Ash was standing outside her apartment, with nothing but a robe and a jacket on her. The police were there too, having just finished interviewing her.

"Thanks for getting here so fast." She said as Johnny and Buster approached him. "I owe you."

"Nonsense," Buster said, and took her hand. "You are safe, and that's what matters."

"Right," Ash said and nodded. "Do we have any updates from Porsha?"

"Yes, I do!" Buster exclaimed and opened a video. On it was a person, a real-life person (they thought it was an alien), with beautiful artic blue and silver long hair, and a white hoodie.

"Hello, mum, dad and my friends." The person, who was Porsha, judging by the voice, said. "The reason I'm gone...is that I went to look for Nooshy. Something made her get teleported away from the world you are currently in, and now we are trying to find her as soon as possible."

It was clear that Buster was sad, seeing Porsha sad and also hearing what was indeed happening behind their backs.

"I know you want to help as much as you can, but it's not possible." Porsha continued. "We also have Sweetie helping us, you all remember her, right?"

"Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you know about everything." She finished and smiled. "Love you all." 

And with that, the video ended. They were all surprised, not just by her appearance, but also by what she was talking about.

"Well, Porsha isn't just a singer."