AAOOOSC! #10

Chapter 7: "I Answered My Phone!"

Even though Olli is a cat and did not play, the Penguins managed to defeat the Islanders.

That night after the game, John storms into his house with his power erasure gun in his hand. He is infuriated that he captained the team to a loss. So to blow off some steam, John goes down to his lab. He figures it would divert his mind from the lost.

After punching in the passcode to his lab, John pushes the thick, metallic door open and ambles into the already-lit room; the door automatically closes behind him.

He swipes his lab coat off from the coat hanger and slips it on swiftly. He approaches his desk and peers down, placing his gun aside. He smooths a blueprint that was already on his desk against the surface; it is showing a white-coloured sketch of a box-figured object with tubes.

"Alright, time to labour on that..." John steps away from the desk and heads left to the end of the room.

He immediately halts when he comes across the empty end. His eyes fly open and his jaw drops.
"My apparatus!" His hands fly up to his hair. "Whereabouts is it?" He turns around in place with sharp turns, gazing around his surroundings.

When he is looking behind him, he spots something else: The top shelf of the metallic shelf that holds his creations is vacant.

"Wha--?" He rushes up to the shelf, stretches his hand up to the top shelf, and paws it. "My time-travelling firearm is obliged to be at this location! Whereabouts is it?!"

He quickly turns back around, pressing his back against his shelf with pure horror; he is breathing hard. "My power-supremacy apparatus! My time-travelling firearm! They've vanished!"

"John?" Autumn's voice calls out from the living room.

"Um--" John opens the door and rushes into the hallway and out into the living room.

Autumn is strolling into the living room from the front door. A pleasant smile is on her face. "Oh, there you are!" Concern begins to show as she sees John's distressed expression. "Is something troubling you?"

"Oh, um--" John pitches his nose. "No, just a assessment gone erroneous."

"Alright..." She nods her head, clutching onto her handbag in front of her. "Well, the Niemi's are arranging a make-up dinner at this moment."

John's eyebrows shoot up. "At this moment?"

"Yes." Autumn begins to turn back around. "So we must withdraw hereabouts. Come along." She saunters back out of the house.

John gazes up in hopelessness. He groans. "Good grief."

In San Jose, it is true that Antti and Jonna are hosting a make-up dinner party. But in my opinion, they should've not have had a make-up dinner party--the first one was quite better.

Around the table are Antti, Jonna, Sidney, Jonny, Nathan, Pekka, Jonas, John, and Autumn. They are munching on the wonderful food of the Finns once again.

Sidney gazes around the table with a small frown. "Where's Patrick and Jonathan--Tazer Jonathan?"

Jonathan shrugs while having his spoon in his mouth.

"Maybe they didn't get the memo," Nathan tells Sidney. He takes a sip of water.

Jonna pipes in: "I did leave a voicemail, since they didn't answer their phones. But they never called back."

"Huh, it's not a coincidence that both Patrick and Jonathan didn't answer their phones," Pekka points out, cutting a meatball.

"I answered my phone!" Jonathan points to his chest.