Puzzles

Stress and suspicions

Everything turns out to be fine. We go through the airport as the Brown family and no one looks twice apart from one security guard, who checks our passports more than three times. I act as motherly as I can, asking if Janet wants anything to eat and pampering her all the time. I try and act like an over obsessed mother. I know perfectly well how to do it because of one mother whose child used to attend my secondary school was a drama queen and used to say, that little Elliot wasn't the sort of boy who would dance on the tables shouting rude words at the teachers, he was the sort of boy that worked hard and improved his grade by studying. I don't know when he found the time to study. I used to always see him and his "gang" on the street corners glaring at everyone and smoking w- well let's say it wasn't fairy dust.

"Ok," Luke says looking at our boarding passes. "We should probably head to our gate now."

"How long until the flight?" I ask

"Um...probably about forty minutes."

"Luke!"

"What!? Call me by my fake name!"

"Fine! Bill! We're supposed to be there right now!"

"Are we?"

"Yes! Oh you're such an idiot! Run!" As we run a voice echoes around the airport.

"This is the last call to gate number 12, the last call." Panic builds up inside of me.

"Guys!" I hear Janet's baby voice call. "My legs are to short and chubby! Can we slow down!"

"No! We might miss the flight if we slow down!" I call. I turn around and scoop her up in my arms.

"I haven't been carried like this since I was three." She says "it's quite nice."

"Janet-Mary! Whatever your name is! Start acting like a on eight year old!" Luke pants.

"Ok." She says and punches him on the arm.

"Ow! What was that for!?"

"Heehee...funny." She says in an even babier voice (if that's possible). Luke rolls his eyes, but smiles ever so slightly as he runs.

"We're here!" I pant.

The plane is packed and noisy. All the little children are crying. All the mums are fussing over them and the dads are ignoring everything.

We must look pretty strange.

As we sit here I think of Asher. The way he just said he liked me so easily. And how rude I was to him. I could have been a little nicer, he had come to wish me luck after all!

Wait a minute.

How did he know I was going? I'm pretty sure Dr. Prince was keeping all the information private. How did he find out? Or maybe he was talking about something else? But I'm pretty sure as far as he should know, I'm not doing anything dangerous. I haven't got anything going on today have I? I mean apart from getting a plane to Australia recruiting the king of the world.

I'm probably over thinking it. I always do. So I sit back and close my eyes. Before I know it my body sinks into the world of dreams.