A Journey of Two Night Goers: The Other Moment (Journey Series)

Chapter 2

After my dinner at Jollibee (which by the way is so good as a fastfood chain, no wonder it topped the Filipino standards), I decided to walk back going to the museum. As I walked, I passed an old couple who were selling pineapple on a stick. I then bought one and joked with the couple for a while. I also sang a serenade to just honor their love. In the end, they gave me hugs. I sighed and smiled before I waved at them and left.

Filipinos. Such lovely people, such lovely company.

I then walked towards the museum and entered, with a government officer that asked me to log in for the museum. I smiled.

"Is the whole building considered a museum?"

"No sir. The second floor has the museum. In this floor, we're showcasing talents, stories, and other information of the Ormocanons."

"Sweet." I smiled, "I bet they are wonderful."

"Thank you sir." She smiled as I left. I decided to tour the first floor of the museum for a while, astonished at the wonderful stories and crafts that they made. I immediately took photos of them. Finally when I made my first floor tour, I then went to the second floor, greeting the guard as I entered the museum. I was surprised to find that it was designed like a maze, which made it more interesting. I then went to the different histories, taking a photo of each of them and made sure that I read every single detail. I want to know a lot about this place.

I then ended up at the timeline of the farmers' rebellion. I read the details and took a photo. I bet they were bloody times. I continued to look and read at details until I noticed that someone was beside me that time. I stopped reading for a while and looked at her.

She is a foreigner. Finally, I encountered a foreigner. Like me, she's alone and she looked more punk-rock than me in her coat, blouse, and jeans. Her blond hair looked perfect; suits her very well. She looked kind, I thought. So I decided to talk to her after I finish reading the history, wishing she'll still be there when that happens. Maybe a simple 'hi' to a fellow tourist will do.

"Shit."

Her mumbling 'shit' moments later caught my attention. I then looked at her and saw that her nose was bleeding.

She's having nosebleed.

Shit indeed.

"Miss, you alright?" I asked. But she didn't answer. Instead, she ran downstairs and I chased her, "Miss, wait."

I then saw her seconds later, writing on the logbook. I then tapped her shoulder, "Miss, you want me to help you-"

But I didn't receive an answer from her.

Instead, I felt a sharp pain and blackness that I screamed.

I don't know what happened. As long as something was sprayed in me before I closed my eyes and I knelt down on the floor.