Unexplained

🛫》15 - Innocent?《🛫

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I walk upstairs and see mama and Cal sitting at the table. They are talking and I sit down. They are eating waffles. "Hey sweetheart. Do you want some waffles?" Mama asks me and I nod a bit. She gets up and gets me a plate and some waffles and I start to eat it. "You think it's a death date calling?" Cal asks mama and I know exactly what they are talking about. The shaking one. I don't like that one because I am shaking on top of a headache it's not something I like. "You still thinking about the 'save the passengers' calling?" Mama asks Cal, obviously that has been his only calling since then. I think in my head, how did you know that? I hear Cal's voice say in my head and I look at Cal confused and then I look at mama. "Did you hear Violet's voice in your head?" Cal asks mama and she looks at Cal confused. "No, did you?" Mama asks Cal and I look at him to say no. "No. I didn't it must of been my imagination," Cal says looking at mama. "It felt like the plane was crashing. So maybe it's showing us how we're gonna die. Going back to our conversation before this," Cal says to mama. "Um...well your dad seems to think that it's about saving the passengers before the death date. It felt more urgent than that, didn't it?"

"I know. We have to talk to Zeke. He was on the plane in our calling, even though he wasn't in real life. That means something," Cal says to mama. "Well, once he's out on bail, we can talk to him. He had the same calling--" mama says. "He didn't," Cal says to mama which is true Zeke did not have the calling. "How do you know that?" Mama asks Cal

"In the calling, he couldn't hear us, or see us, and neither could anyone else. We have to save him, just like we have to save the other passengers," Cal says to mama a little bit more urgent now. "Okay I'm gonna try again to talk to him, alright?" Mama asks Cal and he nods his head leaning back in his chair. "I'm gonna miss having you both live here Auntie Mick," Cal says to mama. "Well, I'm gonna miss stealing your waffles, buddy, but we have to go back to the apartment. It's time," Mama says and Cal sighs a bit. I play with the rest of the waffles on my plate. Testing, can you hear me Cal? I say in my head still playing with the waffles on my plate. Yes I can hear you. I hear Cal's voice in my head and I keep playing with the waffles on my plate. Can we always hear each other? I say in my head looking at Cal. I dunno, but we can do so much with this! I smile a bit and I look down at my plate again and I keep playing with the waffles. "What are you smiling about?" Mama asks me and I shrug a bit. Poop, Cal says in my head and I snort a bit. "What is so funny?" Mama asks me smiling and I shake my head. I'm gonna scare you in the middle of the night for that. I say in my head to Cal and I stare at him. Mama gets up and takes my plate and her plate and puts them in the sink. "Come on Vi, we're gonna go see if we can talk to Zeke," Mama says holding out her hand and I take it. We walk out of the house and we get in the car and mama starts to drive.

We walk into the jail place and there is a long line of people and it is loud. I cover my ears and mama takes out my ear defenders and she puts them on my ears so I don't have to hold my ears the whole time. The wait seems like forever of standing and my feet are starting to hurt so I shift from one foot to the other trying to make my feet hurt less. We get to the front and mama takes out her ID. "We are here to see Ezekiel Landon," Mama says handing her ID to the person and he puts it into the computer. "That inmate is refusing visitors," the guy says handing back mama's ID. "Ezekiel Landon? Can you try again?" Mama asks the guy looking confused. "That inmate's refusing visitors," the guy says again. "Uh, does this help?" Mama asks the guy and my cheeks feel hot and I look down at the ground. God this is so embarrassing. "Sure, assuming the ADA sent you, advised the inmates lawyer, and you have a case number"

"No, I'm not officially on the case, but I'm an interested party. I'm a friend of his. You..." The police officer waves his hand for the next person and mama looks annoyed. "Thank you. Have a good day," mama says and we walk away from the guy. We couldn't see Zeke. He doesn't want any visitors, I say in my head hoping Cal can hear me. He doesn't want to see us? I hear Cal's voice. I guess not, I say in my head as we walk out of the jail and to the car.