Bill and Ted Imagines

Military Rescue

"Are we really gonna do this?" I ask Bill with anxiety drenching my words as we stand by the airport entrance.

"We can't just leave him." Although he's right, our worry is palpable.

Despite the fact that we passed our history report with a most triumphant spectacle, Ted's dad remains a bitter and stubborn man. Going back on his word, he shipped Ted off to military school the very next day. What makes it worse is that Bill and I had no idea until he was already gone.

When Ted didn't show up in Bill's garage/the Wyld Stallyns rehearsal space, Bill called his house whilst I kept watch. After a few failed attempts, we figured that he might be sick and sleeping. So, we bought  some Burger King and headed over to his place. Knocking on the door, nobody answered. We knew that his dad was at work and that Deacon was at baseball practice, so we used the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

I called out his name as Bill went straight to Ted's room, burger in hand. To our surprise, he wasn't in his room, nor was he in the house. Confused and hungry, we ate our burgers on Ted's bed before taking a long walk to the police station. We asked Captain Logan if he knew where his son was. That's when the penny dropped and our hearts shattered. Ted was already in Alaska. In the heat of the betrayal, Bill and I had a screaming match with Captain Logan before storming out of the station and going to my house.

For a few months, we wallowed in self-pity, completely throwing summer away. We didn't even touch our instruments, feeling as if it would be an act of disrespect to continue Wyld Stallyns without Ted. Nobody could seem to understand our grief. We lost the best thing in our lives. Although we cycled through the stages of grief, we never reached acceptance. Instead, we schemed. For legal reasons, I can't discuss how we got so much money, but Bill and I are taking matters into our own hands. We bought plane tickets and used the spare cash to get a taxi to the airport. We're getting our Ted back.

Since we got here early, we've had to entertain ourselves. We've never been this organised, but there's a lot on the line. Keeping my Walkman glued to me, I watched as Bill wandered and ran around the surprisingly empty airport. I guess there's not a lot of people who want to fly out so early. That doesn't stop Bill from striking a conversation with all the half-asleep people who are here.

After a long and boring wait, we finally make it onto the plane. I let Bill take the window seat with the promise of me taking it on the way back. As the plane takes off, Bill and I grip onto each other's hands, hating the turbulence. When it eases up, we let go, allowing me to check my watch.

"Alright, we've got a little over 5 hours until we land. What's the plan?"

"We gotta get Ted away from that Colonel dude. There's probably a phone near the entrance, so you call the number on this brochure I took from Ted's house and ask for Colonel Oats." Bill explains the first phase.

"And while I'm talking to him, you use the tanoy to call Ted to the front desk. I'll keep Oats distracted until I see you guys walking out."

"Yeah! Then we can go eat."

"You know, this would be a lot easier if we still had the booth." I reflect on the obstacles in our way.

"Cheaper, too."

"If Rufus knew this would happen, maybe we can use the booth later to come back and help us again." I reason with hope after a brief pause.

Considering I barely slept last night, I take the opportunity to have a nap. I'm gonna need to be alert if we're gonna succeed. It takes a few minutes for me to calm my nerves enough to drift off. Feeling as if not much time has passed, I'm woken up by my boyfriend's voice and a shaking feeling.