Chapter Six
Why we felt we should trust Reason was beyond me. We’d been driving for about three hours and she hadn’t spoken at all. Aside from talking softly to herself, tapping her fingernails on the steering wheel as we waited in traffic.
The van still showed no signs of stopping and I held tightly to Tim’s hand. I knew what he was thinking. Somehow we were able to communicate without words, almost like- stupid thought. Telepathy isn’t real. Or could it be?
“God, you’re so quiet!” Reason mused suddenly. “I want to listen to something... you like Anberlin?”
We didn’t say anything, so she simply shrugged and pressed play, filling the van with music.
After about another half an hour, the van pulled onto a gravel road, almost like a driveway. Where were we about to go? Another five minutes passed before a house came into view. I gasped. The house was three storeys with a sleek staircase to the second level entryway.
“Alright, all out all change,” Reason called, sliding our door open.
“Quick question- how do you expect me to get up those stairs?” I asked, expectantly.
She pointed a finger at the wheelchair Tim had brought over. “That’s not going to be needed.”
Oh, of course not. I’m going to walk up those stairs, I thought sarcastically.
She grabbed me and stood me on my legs. “Walk,” she grinned.
To my surprise, I could. “What the...?”
She didn’t answer; just pointed to the door of the house. “Go inside.”
Tim and I obeyed. He of course was hovering at my elbow in case I fell, knowing I wasn’t supposed to be attempting to walk until I’d been to a physiotherapist.
The house was even more impressive inside. Marble staircases, glass wall at the back, spacious and modern.
“Hungry?” Reason called from somewhere behind us. I turned to see the massive kitchen, which was so large she could’ve parked the van in there with room to spare.
“Let me guess- you both are and you’ll have a vegemite sandwich each,” she said. How did she know this stuff?
She presented us with a Vegemite sandwich each and sat on the couch across from us with a mug of tea, smirking.
So many questions, I didn’t know what to ask first, and I could tell that Tim didn’t either. We ate in self-conscious silence.
When we’d finished eating, Reason handed me her iPhone. “Um, thanks, but what am I supposed to use this for?”
“I need you to email someone important after I’ve finished explaining. It’s a complex story, one that involves the six of us. We have to live it out. You probably think that I may as well have memorised a fiction novel, but I promise- crazy as it sounds, it’s true.”
She leaned closer to us. “Ok. Here’s the story.”
