(SCRAPPED VERSION) The Other Side of The Planet

Chapter IV

"Do you think our bikes will still be there?" Ackely asks.

"I'm sure they will be," Ogden replies.

As the two slide into one of the lines to the ticket booth, Ackely turns to Ogden. "Ogden, I NEED to tell you what I saw."

"Oh my, what is it?"

"They've GOT to be Descendants. I didn't get a good look, but they didn't have their masks on, and- and they were like shadow people, Oggy! I think their eyes were glowing too!"

Ogden eye and mouth widen tremendously. "No way!"

"That's not all. They were just sitting there and- how do I say it? They were sitting in a circle and staring at each other! Not moving at all! Also, I think they had tails on their heads or something."

Ogden does a giddy little dance. "That's incredible! And one wants to meet us!"

"It's unbelievable!" Ackely joins Ogden in his merry dance. "Speaking of which, where's the beach?"

"Not sure. I'll ask someone." He taps the back of the person in front of him. "'Scuse me, sir, do you know how to get to the beach?"

"Nah."

Just then, a person in the line to the left overhears and turns to them.

"The beach?" she asks.

Ogden pulls out his laptop and sets it on the ground. "Yes! Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah...," She gives a confused glare, then directions to the beach.

After typing the directions, Ogden stands up and puts the laptop in his bag. "I wish we still had the pen from the café."

"We do," Ackely says, clicking the pen. Ogden turns to him and sees several clusters of doodles covering his cloak.

After what felt like numerous eternities, the two finally reach the ticket booth and pay for their tickets. Ackely flips through the wallet and winces. "Ooh... Only 6p left." A pit starts to grow inside their stomachs. Ogden nudges him with his elbow.

"Huh... Not so wealthy anymore, are we?"

Ackely doesn't laugh. Or smirk. The realization of just how big the mess they'd gotten into was has finally setting in. "Goodness, I'm such a fool," Ogden says, his thinly veiled panic and sorrow emerging. "What was I thinking?" His voice becomes labored. "We're stuck in some city across the country with no money, for what? Some hunch we had? Mercy, we're sure to starve..." His labored voice quivers and his eye becomes tearful as he looks his dear friend in the eye. "I'm so sorry, Ackely."

Ackely wraps his arms around him and pats his back. "Oggy, Oggy... We'll be ok." He puts his hands on his sides and faces him. "Don't forget what's waiting for us after the show. A world-wide sensation needs us for something, something urgent seeming. Whatever happens, we'll be taken care of. We'll make it, Oggy."

Ogden wipes the single stream of sorrow that began to spill moments before from his face. "I suppose you're right." He smiles. "Thank you, Ackely."

Ackely puts an arm around him. "Don't mention it. Keep that spirit up." The two fumble through the crowd as they make their way to their seats. Once they sit down, Ackely fishes through his bag and grabs the pen. "Can you read the directions to me?"

Ogden grabs his laptop. "Of course. Any reason?"

"I'm gonna write them down. I don't expect you'd have much luck balancing the laptop on the handlebars of your bike."

Just as Ogden starts to close the laptop, Ackely catches a glance of the time. "Oggy!" He points to the bottom of the screen. The clock reads 8:57.