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Andrea pulled the thick blanket around her and hooked it under her feet. It was deliciously comforting.
There were so many things about J’Sharn that were strange – even crazy – like this blanket with its long woolen fibres that gave off a warmth of their own and seemed to blend into her t-shirt.
She’d ceased worrying about the weirdness of being in the presence of…of what…an alien? An angel perhaps? One who was able to zip in and out at any time. Whatever…whoever J’Sharn was, he had her back; and Simon’s too. He was one of the good guys; unlike the black ops team who had her parents tucked away somewhere. The same black ops team who were now after Simon. But why? That was the burning question. How she wished she were back home helping her Mom bake cookies or swimming in the stream that cut through the far paddock on their farm.
Pulling the blanket closer, she padded over to the window and looked out into the night. The lights from the traffic moving up and down the streets seemed dwarfed against the bright neon lights adorning some of the buildings. She sighed. None of what was happening made sense; none of it!
J’Sharn came in from the other room carrying a small table and placed it next to the window. “Come Andrea, eat.” J’Sharn’s soft voice and unusual accent seemed to fill the room.
The thought of eating something J’Sharn had prepared was far too enticing and she looked down at the plate eagerly, only to burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggling.
J’Sharn looked confused. “Is there something wrong?”
Andrea shook her head trying to stop the giggles. She looked at the plate again and giggled some more. “No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just that the buns and the bread roll look like a cartoon character with big eyes and a handlebar mustache.
“It does indeed.” J’Sharn agreed, laughing along with her. J’Sharn had taken a liking to cartoons and in the last week, Andrea had introduced him to some classics.
“Do you think Simon is okay?”
J’Sharn tilted his head to one side as though he were listening to something. “Yes,” he said with a nod. “He is…fine.”
“Don’t suppose you have any…” Andrea wriggled her fingers in the air, “feelings about my parents.”
“I regret not, Andrea.” J’Sharn said sadly. “It seems they are shielded in some way that my…my feelings are unable to discern.”
“I was kinda hoping that – ”
“Unless…” J’Sharn’s head snapped up. “The pyramid effect.”
“I must go.” J’Sharn pulled on his cloak. “I must go to the space station.”
The bell-like chimes began to sound as J’Sharn’s circle of light grew around him. “Do not open the door to anyone – especially if they claim to be Simon. It will not be him.”
And then he was gone.
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For those interested, the previous instalments of the adventure can be found here…
Mint Juleps and Little Green Men – J’Sharn’s World – Part 1
Seventieth Generation – J’Sharn’s World – Part 2
Target – J’Sharn’s World – Part 3
The Aftermath – J’Sharn’s World – Part 4
The Nightmare Continues – J’Sharn’s World – Part 5
Rescue Package – J’Sharn’s World – Part 6
Training for Freedom – J’Sharn’s World Part 7
Pillar to Post – J’Sharn’s World Part 8