Dream Nightmare

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

          Where is she?

          Christina was kidnapped. She got her ‘surprise.’ Where could they have taken her?

          “Did you see where the girl went that was sitting here?” I ask an elderly lady with hair gray as smoke who was sitting in the same row as us. She had hearing aids in and wore glasses, I notice after I ask her.

          Turning to someone younger, someone who looks like they pay more attention, I ask a guy sitting in the same row as us but across the aisle of the plane.

          “She’s…” he’s about to answer when the elderly lady cuts him off.

          “She went that way,” she says, pointing in the direction I just came from. Her finger zigzags all the way to a nail looking like a talon. “My granddaughter was very, very sick. I asked your friend to take her to the bathroom for me. I would’ve done it myself, but my bones are getting so weak from time.” She sighs and continues the magazine she was reading. Something about gardening.

          Thank goodness. Christina was alright.

          I speed walk back to the room with the bathroom and when I’m inside it, I look around. Three doors. One that leads to the bathroom, one that leads back to my seat, and one that leads to some unknown place that I didn’t know. There were no windows.

          “Yes, my men just grabbed the culprit. Christina will be murdered on the spot.” A voice comes from inside the bathroom. It was the same voice as I heard before, which means this guy still hadn’t left.

          Didn’t the old lady say Christina took her granddaughter to the bathroom? Ugh, the Dream Nightmare. I forgot. The lady was in a different dimension than Christina and me, so she saw something different than what actually happened.

          Christina I’m coming for you.

          I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where Christina could be. I know she can’t be in the bathroom because of this guy, and I know she can’t have gone more towards the front of the plane because the section in front of our seats was the cockpit. That only leaves the third door.

          The voice on the phone continues, “She’s in the artillery room. We already have her hands tied up and a bag over her head. Before we kill her we will ask her the questions.” Then he pauses for just a second. “Just give me five minutes to interrogate her and then she will be executed… Goodbye…”

          I hear him click the phone off and fumble with the lock on the door of the bathroom. Crap, if he wants her, he might want me too! Choosing to go through the third door – the one that leads to I don’t know where – I twist the knob and enter the room, shutting the door behind me.

          It was so dark I could barely see anything, but a few small, circular lights on the ceiling gave way to enough light to see a couple feet in front of me. Stairs. Good thing I stopped long enough to pay attention.

          Christina, please hang on long enough for me to find you. The artillery room… Where’s that? No wait, what’s that?

          Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

          The phone in my pocket vibrates three times notifying me I have a new message. Who could be texting me right now? I pull it out and see there’s a missed text from Christina. As fast as I can, I enter my password into the phone – 0000 – and open the text.