As soon as Dr. Jacks left, Blondie started talking.
"Hey, I'm Alfred Jones. You can call me Alfred or Al. Whichever." he introduced, handing me his phone, which was open to Google Translate. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.
"Use it to talk. Since you can't, ya know, actually talk." Alfred explained. I nodded.
"What city am I in?" I tried. He smiled. "New York, New York. USA."
"When can I get out of here?" I typed. He shrugged.
So, we continued to have a conversation like that for hours upon hours, just getting to know each other. Eventually, I fell asleep.
Dream:
"_____, when are we going to reveal ourselves?" a woman with short blonde hair and sunglasses asked me. I shook my head.
"I've told you, ______, when we're strong enough. Not until there are at least 250 civilians and we have a president." I replied. She seemed annoyed.
"You have no idea how similar our government is to _______'s, do you? Don't you think you should tell _____ about us?" she reasoned. I glared.
"My decision is final, ____."
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"Allie? Allie, wake up." Alfred said, carefully shaking my shoulder. I sighed.
"Hmm?" was my reply. A smile spread across his face. "You're leaving. And you're going to be staying with me." he cheered. My throat didn't seem to hurt as much, so I tried talking.
"W-with you?" I rasped, craving water.
"Yup. With me. Here in New York." Alfred replied. I just nodded, grabbing a glass of water off of the bedside table.
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Hey! sorry that this is so short, but writers block sucks. Anyway, Comment to your hearts content, vote like a boss, and have a happy Tuesday night!
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