'Emy.....you awake? We're here.' said Brandon in a bitter-sweet tone. Emy just scowled.
'Where are we?' Emy said a while later, thinking he would say oh, we're in the kingdom of blah blah blah...... 'Oh, we're just at my next blimp. This one is almost out of gas.' said Brandon trying not to laugh. 'We'll have to transfer you. Pwetty pwease be a good girl and do as told?' he asked all cute like. 'Ugh, as if i'll make it easy.'
So just like that Emy was taken to the next blimp. She wriggled here and there trying to break free.
When they locked her in her cell, Brandon was there. 'Let me tell you more about me.' he said with a sly grin. 'Who cares.' blurted Emy. 'Like you have a choice, big mouth.' She rolled her eyes.
'Lemme tell you about your life story.' 'Blah blah......heard it before.' 'I was stalking you since I was six.' 'You did what now?!' 'Oh, so you are listening.' he giggled. 'Ha, ha. Very funny.' she said sarcastically. 'Have you ever met anyone like me?' he changed the subject. 'I mean like trying to catch you or something.' 'Nope. What about it meanie?' she said softly.
'What did you call me?!' he snapped, taking out his sword. 'You know you can't slice me right?' she boldly replied. 'Ugh.' he said as he calmed down.
'Back to the subject, why were you stalking me?!' 'Let's just say you'll find out tomorrow. The day the whole world starts to chase you.' 'And why is that?!' 'I told you, tomorrow first!' 'Why can't you just tell me now?!'
Out of the blue an alarm went off. 'Captain! We've got company!' shouted the pilot. 'Bryan......' said Brandon sternly. 'He is here, for YOU.'
