Traveling Souls

Chapter 23

I stare at the wall, watching the clock for a few more seconds before rolling onto my side. 7:55. I think back to the museum and the plaque.

18. I'm 18. Impossible, though. They don't know I exist anyways. I was deleted out of the system.

Pushing the thoughts out of my head for now, I sit up and rub the bridge of my nose. I throw my legs out of the side of the bed and stand, going towards the living room. I stop, hearing talking in the kitchen.

"I know, I get that you're worried, Talon, but I can protect her. Julian won't hurt her. I'll kick his butt if I have to. Remember, I know karate." a female voice warned Talon.

"You don't understand. He's huge. He'll squash you in a few seconds,"

Their voices lower after this. Making sure they hear me, I purposely stomp down the hall into the kitchen. I wave at them tiredly, and the two wave back. "Hey, Quinn, Tal."

They both nod, and Quinn heads on over to me. "Lucy, how'd you sleep?"

I shrug. "Normal, I guess," I cut myself off, almost saying 'no nightmares, either'.

Giving me a thumbs-up, she grinned. "That's good. I hoped the sleeping arrangement was fine. Should we wake up Dustin and Killian yet?"

"Are they not awake yet?" I asked, surprised. "I'll go wake up Killi, I guess."

"Third door on the right, Lucy," Quinn said, withdrawing herself to the living room to wait.

I waved to indicate I heard her. Opening the door, I raise an eyebrow at Killian, who was on the floor. "Killian?"

She stirred, lifting up her head blearily. "Lu? What time is it?"

I smiled in amusement, shaking my head. "Get off the floor, Killi. It's 8."

"Are we leaving?" she asked, trying to pile the blankets, as neatly as she could, back on the bed.

"Yeah. We need to wake up Dusty, unless someone already did the honors," I paused to hear another door opening. "Yeah, I think so."

She pursed her lips, looking disappointed,  stretching. "Alright. Are we going now?"

"I'm not sure. Follow me and you'll find out." I said and walked out, she followed me as I stepped out into the living room.

"Awh, everyone's probably trying to look decent. Myself, I couldn't care less." she yawned, flopping down onto the couch, trying to brush through her short, knotted hair with her fingers.

Eventually, everyone came trailing out, either dressed in proper attire or not. Stifling a yawn myself, I motion to them to follow me. "Let's go, though I'm not really sure where the RV is. Anyone know?"

Killian waves her hand tiredly, standing in front of us. "Follow me and ignore the weird looks." she pauses for a moment, turning to look at Quinn. "Hey, Quinn, shouldn't you have quit your job before you agreed to come with us?"

She looked surprised, as if someone actually cared to think about her job. "I called earlier this morning to tell them I'm quitting. I was an intern, anyways." she said coolly, though her eyes were showing excitement.

Killian nodded and opened the door, covering her eyes from the rising sun. "Alright, let's find the RV. Shouldn't be too hard, we just have to find the club we went to..." Killian mutters off, leaving us to follow her while she navigates through the bustling streets of Rose Central.

Eventually, after an hour or so of searching, and Quinn's help, we found the RV. No windows broken. The door wasn't thrown off. Windshield not shattered.