The Dying Generation

Chapter Forty-Four

I felt like I was swinging, swaying back and forth. I felt peaceful. Relaxed.
I groaned, rolling over onto the soft surface. It took me a couple of minutes to finally make myself open my eyes. When I did, I became confused. I squinted my eyes and pushed myself up. Where was I? Swaying.. that wasn't a dream. I actually feel movement.

It was dark, my surroundings seemed kinda familiar. I brought myself up to my knees, leading myself to the small bit of light that I could see.
Where....?

"Parker..?" My soft voice barely broke out, getting an instant response.

"I got you, Buddy." His voice lightly said from somewhere above.
I looked upwards, seeing nothing. I put two and two together.
I'm in his pocket..

I fell backwards, sighing.
From my sudden action, it made the pocket lightly swing a little more.
I laid back, staring up. I worked up a little courage to speak.
"Are we going back to the-"

"Yup." He answered before I could finish my question.

"R-right now?" I stammered.

"Yup, right now." He confirmed me.
I felt the vibrations from each step he took as he walked. I waited for a moment.

"How far away are we now?" I questioned so I could better prepare myself. So I would know when to expect it. I didn't know how long I was asleep for while he was already traveling with me.

"Hm," He hummed, pondering the time estimation.
"Maybe... a minuet, two? We're not far now."

I sat back up, scooting towards the back of the pocket, away from it's opening. I'm going back.. I'm really going back.. Back to where I was suppose to belong all this time. I'm curious how hard it was going to be to really find other humans. How the others acted, it seems it would be pretty hard. But... I don't know what I think about this happening, about going back. I felt I was leaving, abandoning Alton. Going back to perhaps some people, unfamiliar people, without knowing what would happen to him. If I really am going back, Parker or Alton better come back and tell me what happened so I can stop worrying.

I crossed my arms at the thought.

"Here we are." Parker mumbled under his breath.

I glanced upward. I would like to actually see what was happening. I never really enjoyed being in someone's pocket for the lack of a view I would always have and just assume whats happening. I didn't like it.

"C-can I see?" I spoke up, hoping I was about to come out.

"Not yet, hold on. I gotta jump the fence real quick."

I looked in his direction with a weird look.
"Why are you jumping a fence-"
I grabbed onto my surroundings when I felt the 'ride' become very rough. I felt gravity pulling me a weird way, like gravity was trying to pull me out. I held on tight, clamping my eyes shut. Wanting it to just be over with. Please don't fall, please don't fall. Don't slip out. I squinted my eyes even tighter and my hold became stronger as I felt Parker climb. Amazed I wasn't really getting hurt in this process, well, other than my hands growing sore from the death grip I had on Parker's jacket all around me.

It was like in a flash when I felt Parker fall, it almost felt like I was about to fall out, lose my grip and fall to either my death or horrible injury.

Thump!

Parker's feet hit the ground, landing on the other side.
"Is it over?" I prepared myself for anything else to happen.

Parker gave a little laugh, his hand reached into my area. Seeing the monstrous hand reaching towards me to pull me out of this small space. His fingers easily came around me, pulling me out.
"Yeah, it's over." He nodded, setting me up to his left shoulder, right by his ear.
"Now the even more fun begins."