A Journey, A Coincidence, A Memory

Chapter 25: Richard

January 21, 2022, 3:00 pm

"Attention flight crew and passengers, we are now approaching London. Please fasten your seatbelts as we land. Thank you," as the pilot announces.

I'm in an air cargo box flying to London, who's in good vibes since that message was announced. There are obviously no seat belts here, so I hold unto the walls of the box as the airplane descends.

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I could then feel the airplane trembling on the runway till it comes to a complete stop. The box I'm in is pushed over to the baggage conveyor belt where it is led to a storage room. I pull myself out and discover London.

My phone then buzzes and plays my favorite song; someone is calling me. I attend the phone call and bring it to my ear.

"You there yet?" Alan asks.

"Yup, I am and it's like two degrees Celsius here. It's freezing!" I add.

"It's cold here too. By the way, your mom is freaking out. She like is over-worried about you," Alan chuckles.

"I can tell that. I have so many missed calls from her, which I didn't attend of course or else she'll freak out even more."

"Ha-ha, hope to see you soon then."

"Bye," and I end the call.

I make my way forward through the city with all those breathtaking monuments of my home place. I was born here and from here, so that basically makes me feel like I'm home.

I spot my cousin, Rose, walking along the street ...

She stares at me in terror as soon as she spots me, "Richard? What are you doing here? Did your parents secretly make a plan to come here?" she curiously asks.

"No they didn't! I mean don't tell them and umm ..." I have literally no idea what I should do now. I can get in big trouble if she warns my parents. "... in fact, I'm not even Richard," I joke and immediately run away. I don't think so she believed that and I really hope she doesn't tell this to my parents.

I go across Westminster Bridge in hope that I'll find Lara or Maisie, but still not a hint. I really wish I could call them, but their phones are dead, so there's no other option left. I guess I'll have to keep looking.

Someone then lightly tapped on my head. I turn around to see a familiar woman and Maisie.

"Richard Morris? Is that you?" the woman asks.