Chapter 5: They're Gone!
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“Well what do we do Sparkle?” Dash asked while anxiously hovering over the group.
The purple filly stared around her for a moment before looking back to her friends; each of them showing concerned for their missing pink friend.
“I don’t know,” she responded, casting her gaze downward.
“We can’t jus’ go outside,” AJ stammered. “Jeff said to stay put.”
“But if Pinkie’s out there, then she could get into even bigger trouble,” Dash rebuked. “What if she gets lost?”
“That’s why we should stay,” Crystal added. “What if we get lost too? Then who’s going to find us?”
“Who’s going to find Pinkie then?” Sparkle replied. “Look, we have until that clock says 6:00 P.M.”
The ponies all looked to the clock which read 1:07 P.M .
“Dash, can you carry me over to the window?” Sparkle asked.
“I guess,” she replied.
Dash hovered over the tiny unicorn and wrapped her hooves around her. Flapping her wings harder, Dash slowly lifted Sparkle, straining to get them both airborne. The two staggeredly approached the window shortly thereafter, and made a not-so-soft landing.
“Ow!” Sparkle cried.
“Sorry,” Dash apologized.
With a final wince Sparkle brushed herself off and walked over to the glass in hopes of spotting Pinkie outside. Through the window she saw the grass far below her tiny hooves and scanned through it for a pink filly bouncing around. Failing to find anything in the immediate area, Sparkle looked more closely at the bushes, trees, crevices, and small holes; anything that might have a tinge of pink fluff.
“Do ya see her?” AJ called from afar.
“ ... No,” the purple filly cried back.
~~~~~
Jeff smiled as he handed a small boy a plastic soldier, eliciting a bout of giddy jumping and cheering from the kid as he went back to his mother.
“Look, Mommy, look!” he exclaimed, as they walked out of the store.
As Jeff watched them leave, he quickly stretched his arms before looking to his watch; 11:53 A.M.
Finally! It’s almost time for my lunch break.
Jeff rang up one last purchase before closing the register lane and walking off to the staff lounge to dine in peace. Feeling his pocket, Jeff made sure Pinkie hadn’t left yet; thankful to feel the small lump sitting in his pocket. He did not want another fiasco to unfurl like this morning.
Good, she’s still there ... I think …. Please actually be her.
Jeff reached the lounge which was completely devoid of people, which wasn’t that unusual as most employees preferred to eat at one of the fast food shops nearby. He sighed in relief that this was another such day, and walked to his locker for his lunch. After retrieving the brown paper bag and sitting down, he reached into his pocket to pull out his pink fuzzball. Pinkie was curled into a ball, asleep.
How long has she been out, and how in the heck do you sleep in someone’s pocket? ... Oh well, all questions that I will never know the answers to.
Jeff set Pinkie down onto the table, and began to munch away at his sandwich. After a few bites Pinkie awoke with a scream.
“Jeff! That was scary!” Pinkie hollered. “I was in this really, super duperly strange place, with pink clouds and-and there was soap! Soap everywhere! So much soap ... ”
Pausing a moment to get his reaction, she looked up at Jeff when one was not given. His face contorted and strained, beginning to change shades ... which caused Pinkie to burst into laughter.
“Oh, Jeff,” she giggled, “You look so funny!”
Jeff flailed his arms and pointed to his throat, his face now turning red from panic. Pinkie laughed more, rolling onto her back and snorting while Jeff balled his fists and began to beat on his chest. Pinkie continued her laughing, until finally speaking up.
“Is this a new game, Jeff?! Can I play?!”
Jeff continued to pound his chest until he lost his balance and fell backwards in his chair, a small chunk of sandwich flew out of his mouth as he landed. Jeff gasped for air as he lay there, his panic receding and his face returning to it’s normal hue. He looked up at the table for a second to see Pinkie laying at the edge staring at him before jumping up to mimic his actions coughing up a hairball at the finale. Pinkie just giggled as Jeff stood up, the only thing he could do in his bewilderment was stare at the pink filly.
“ ... How?” Jeff began to ask, but thought it best to forget about it. “N-nevermind ... ”
“That was a fun game Jeff,” Pinkie chirped. Can we play another?”
Before Jeff could respond, he could hear a voice outside the lounge door. His heart skipped a beat, knowing whom it belonged to.
Pinkie gasped, “People!”
“No!” Jeff responded.
He quickly grabbed Pinkie and shoved her down his shirt. Jeff quickly righted his chair and sat down, again eating his sandwich while trying to act calm as the door casually swung open; a women, about Jeff’s age, walked through the door.
“Oh hey, Jeff,” she said kindly.
Jeff choked a little on his sandwich ... again, “Oh hey, Anna. What brings you here?”
... Did I seriously just say that? Then again, with how long she’s known me she should know how often I think … Which is more often now than it was back then.
“Um, Jeff,” she chuckled, “this is the break room. What do you think I’d be doing?”
“ ... Robbing a bank?”
I’m such a dork ...
Anna laughed as she walked over to her locker. She opened it and began adjusting her dark blond hair in the mirror. Jeff continued to munch on his sandwich, the slow and methodical chewing making scarcely a sound. The look of contentment on his face was matched only by the contemplation in his eyes, calculating his next move to contain his pink problem and keep Pinkie safe ... and then he started giggling.
“What’s so funny, Jeff?” Anna questioned.
Jeff coughed. “Nothing it’s jus-” He broke out into laughter again, spitting out some of his sandwich in the process … gross.
Anna giggled and sat across from him placing a tupperware of salad on the table.
“Whatever is in that sandwich, I want some,” Anna joked.
Jeff laughed even more; after another moment or two, began to settle down. He scratched his shirt and whispered under his breath, “Pinkie, stop moving.”
“What was that, Jeff?”
“Oh nothing! Ya know, just talking ... to myself ... again. Anyway, it was just an inside joke, you wouldn’t get it ... *cough* So ... how have you been, Anna?”
“Oh you know, wake up, come to work, go home, that sort of thing.” She munched down on her lunch.
“Sounds like a complex life to me, I don’t think I could handle such a hard and arduous lifestyle,” Jeff sarcastically stated.
Anna chuckled, “And what about you Jeff? Has anything new or exciting happened to you recently? Besides talking with yourself?”
“Hey! Never underestimate the intricacies of talking with oneself ... ” Jeff took another bite of his sandwich, “Anyway ... I ... um ... moved into that apartment finally. That’s been interesting. Brian helped me move in.”
“Oh nice, so how’s living on your own for the first time?”
Jeff took another bite, pondering a moment as he swallowed. “It’s been ... weird.”
Anna took another mouthful of lettuce, and swallowed. “Yeah, I remember the first time I moved out. Parents all concerned, worried about murderers, gangs, that kind of thing.”
“Ah, well, that’s a bit different from mine. I mean, my parents are concerned. But they’re alright with it. It’s just what happened like the day after I moved in.” Jeff ate the last bites of his sandwich.
“Neighbors?”
“Hm?” Jeff queried. “Oh, well there is this one guy, Ok, get this. So apparently this guy is a major nut. I mean, he thinks that fairies are real! This guy is a lost cause. He suspects me of harboring some miniature ... ponies or ... somethin’.” Jeff sheepishly finished his sandwich.
“Haha,” Anna laughed, covering her mouth. “He sounds like a total nut.”
~~~~~
“This place is huge!” Dash exclaimed.
The fillies stood upon the lawn below Jeff’s apartment. The blades of grass nearly engulfed the small equines; their tiny heads poking out just above the blades
“Let’s not just stand around here,” Sparkle stated. “Let’s find Pinkie.”
“Pinkie!” Dash yelled.
“Oh, Pinkie, dear,” Crystal called.
The group scattered as they began their search, AJ walked to some bushes near a wooden fence, Fluttershy cautiously searched the grass in front of her, and Dash did flyby’s over the general area. Despite their best efforts there was a serious lack of pink to be found.
While looking along the fence, Sparkle ran across a small hole in the wall, large enough for one of them to fit through.
“Girls, look at this.” She called out, Dash spreading the word to those too far to hear, and the fillies proceeded to halt their efforts and join Sparkle at the fence.
“You don’t think she went through do you?” Crystal inquired.
“I don’t know.” Replied Sparkle, “I just hope that wherever she is, she’s ok.”
“We can’t just let her be on her own.” AJ interjected, “We should go after her. As long as we don’t lose sight of this place, we can find our way back.”
“I say it’s worth a shot!” Dash said.
The fillies all nodded in agreement and entered the hole in the fence, not noticing Fluttershy try to object. With a meep she followed through with the group.
~~~~~
Jeff, having finished his lunch, checked his phone for any missed messages before placing it back inside his locker and shutting it. He saw Anna closing her locker after storing the empty containers from her lunch inside. The two exited the lounge as Jeff, using his mighty powers of chivalry and honor, opened the door for Anna.
“Why thank you, kind sir,” she said through a giggle.
“You’re welcome.”
“So Jeff, when are you going to let me see your place?” Anna asked.
Why Anna, why?!
“Oh, well ya see ... ” Jeff paused scrambling for words, “I just moved in, and it’s a mess some other time maybe. Alright?”
“Oh, ok then.”
“I’ll talk with you later, Anna.”
“Bye, Jeff. See you later.”
The two began to walk in different directions, returning to their posts, a simple wave goodbye, and they lost sight of one another. Finally out of sight and earshot, Jeff sighed in relief and walked into a toy aisle. Checking once more to ensure no one would show up unexpectedly, he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out Pinkie. She was eating a sandwich.
“ ... Pinkie.”
“Yeah?” she asked, her mouth munching on the delectable sandwich.
“ ... Where did you get that sandwich?”
She looked to the food, then to Jeff, then back to the food before taking another bite, and shrugging. “I have no idea!” she said, a smile on her face.
“Nevermind, Pinkie, do you think you can keep quiet for another …, ” Jeff looked to his watch: 1:05PM, “five hours?” He held up five fingers. “And then, I promise you, the best cupcakes you’ve ever had!”
“The bestest?”
“Yes, the bestest cupcakes ever!”
Pinkie’s eyes lit up, dropping her sandwich, she leaped up and latched onto Jeff’s nose.
“Thank you so much!” she cried.
… Just what she needs, more sugar; but if it keeps her quiet until I get home, a sugar rush is a small price to pay.
“You’re welcome, Pinkie ... now ... can you let go of my face?”
*pop* She popped off of his nose and fell back down into his pocket.
With Pinkie back out of site, Jeff resumed work, going up and down different toy aisles showing kids some of the amazing new toys released. Demonstrating the new helicopters, propping up dolls next to their play sets, showing off the new Lego sets, especially the Star Wars ones, those always sold well. While looking at the Legos he considered getting some for Dash and thought of what other toys he could get for the others, Magical Fairy Kingdom toys perhaps.
The kids were all enthralled with Jeff and his many failed attempts at controlling the small RC toys. Pinkie often grew curious and watched the little people watch Jeff. She saw their smiles and laughter and wanted to join in, but she couldn’t. Jeff told her she would get the “bestest” cupcakes ever if she was quiet.
Jeff was entertaining some little girls using a fairy in his right hand and a pony in his left.
“And I grant thee, the gift of flight!” Jeff said as the fairy, his voice high pitched.
“Like, oh my gosh,” Jeff, the valley girl pony, replied. “This is like, the bestest day evar!
The girls and their parents giggled at the show. Jeff sat in front of a small table, various toys and props spread out upon the canvas. The pony and the fairy were flying side by side in Jeff’s hands.
“I’ve never, like, been so alive!”
“You must promise me to only use these powers for good,” the fairy said.
“Alright,” the pony replied. “I cross my heart and hope to fly ... ehhh..”
“Stick a cupcake in my eye!” a muffled voice shouted out.
Jeff froze up for a moment as he realized who said that before noticing that the girls were laughing, Jeff did his best not to sigh in relief, lest he ruin what ended up as pure genius.
“ ... A cupcake ... in your eye?” a young girl asked.
“I really like cupcakes!” the muffled voice shouted.
The audience again broke out in laughter. Jeff as well, not being able to control himself, joined in. Some muffled giggles and snorts emanated from his pocket as well.
You know, these fairies remind me of Nevil ... Wait a second ... Does Nevil even have a job? ... I can’t imagine who’d hire him, and I left the ponies alone in the apartment next door to that mad man!? Wait, I locked the door ... Wait no I di- yeah, yeah I did. Oh well, I just hope he doesn’t find where I hid my spare key.
~~~~~
“I said come out with your hands on your head!” the officer shouted into the apartment. “I will not ask again!”
Nevil sat against the bedroom wall, his knees were shaking and his teeth chattering.
The fuzz? What are they doing here? How did they find out? ... I can’t let them know what I was doing. I must hide the evidence!
Nevil scrambled to his feet and hid the butterfly net and camera underneath Jeff’s bed.
“Alright!” he shouted. “I’m exiting the bedroom!” He did so. “I am now walking in the hallway! I have passed the bathroom! I am now-”
“Sir!” an officer yelled back. “Please just get out of the building already!”
Nevil walked through the opened front door, hands resting on his head. Nevil slowly walked down the stairs, and then promptly fell down them, almost seeming to bounce down the steps with an ‘ah!’, ‘ooh!’ or ‘eeh!’ at each impact before landing face first on the ground. An officer came over and picked him up, handcuffing him in the process.
“You have the right to remain silent, and all that other stuff.” The officer said.
“ ... I think you missed a-”
“Quiet you!”
Nevil shut up and was placed in the back of the cop car. A second officer arrived from Mr. Jonas’s office.
“Hey, Frank, go ahead and take the loon. I’ll stay here and let the owner know what happened,” he said.
“Alright,” came a gruff reply.
Frank entered the squad car and drove off, Nevil just looked out the window towards the apartment. Soon, the car left the complex and was on the street towards downtown. Looking at the park as Nevil rode by, something caught his eye; a few colorful figures, walking into a bush. They were small, and even more so, pony-like.
NOOO! My chance! Drat! Why? Why today of all days to get arrested?
He placed his head on the window and watched the park pass by.
Don’t you worry my little ponies, I will catch you! As soon as I get out of this mess, which will be soon! … ish ... And then! I shall prove, once and for all, that I’M NOT CRAZY!
“Do you hear me?!” he shouted.
“Yes!” the officer grumbled back. “Now just shut up until we get to the station! We’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
You better watch your flank, Miss Sparkle …
~Ten Minutes Later~
The car never arrived at the station, massive fires had broken out all over the nearly destroyed city, the rampaging monster having- *Snore-pop* “Huh who, what?”
“I said get out of the car, we’re here,” the officer repeated to the now awake Nevil.
The officer in the driver seat killed the engine, and followed the first cop in escorting Nevil out of the car and into the building. There wasn’t anything spectacular about the station, it was a normal police station that was more or less unchanged from the previous times Nevil had seen it ... for various reasons.
Well at least they cleaned the floors ...
~~~~~
Setting his thoughts aside for later, Jeff returned to the customers and spent the rest of his time entertaining them by showing off new products. Various products attracted different crowds, but there were always children. They were, after all, the primary demographic. How often does a child’s entertainment attract a huge following of adults? As with most days at work, Jeff spent the majority of his time demonstrating the toys to the kids; the best way to sell merchandise is to make others want what you have after all.
As Jeff’s shift ended and he clocked out, he thought about Pinkie; who amazingly had stayed quiet most of the whole day.
She must really likes cupcakes.
Jeff exited the toy store and walked down the nearly empty parking lot towards his Passat and took Pinkie out of his pocket, setting her on the roof of the car as he pulled the key out.
“Oh wow! What’s this thing?” Pinkie questioned.
“This,” Jeff proudly stated, “is my car. It will get us home.”
“How?”
“It’s ... a magical chariot, Pinkie. It shall take us to the cupcakes first, then home! So we can bake them!”
Pinkie jumped up and down, overjoyed at the idea of eating the cupcakes. Jeff opened the door and set Pinkie on the passenger seat.
“Now sit here, and don’t fall off, that would be bad.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie said.
She was so ecstatic, she was bouncing up and down and looking all over the car seat; she even licked it. Jeff, ignoring her, turned on the ignition and drove out of the parking lot.
Alright, just get some cake mix stuff and icing, and then go home. Not too hard. As long as Pinkie stays in the car, everything should be fine.
Jeff glanced to Pinkie, seeing that she was now rolling the window up and down.
“Ooo.”
“Pinkie, could you roll the window back up? It’s a bit cold outside.”
“Okie dokie lokie.”
The sun was now setting upon the small California city. Cars filled the streets, their headlights illuminating the dark roads. The small silver Passat entered a small parking lot of the local S-Mart.
“Now stay here, Pinkie. I’m going to get cake mix, I will be right back.”
Jeff left the radio on for Pinkie, so she wouldn’t sit in silence. He didn’t like the thought of Pinkie sitting alone in silence. He shut the car door and walked into the store.
Pinkie sat alone in the car. It was making some weird noise. A voice. It was … talking?
No, it was singing.
“Got a surprise especially for you,
Something that both of us have always wanted to do.
We've waited so long, waited so long.
We've waited so long, waited so long.”
Jeff meandered through the maze of products, his eyes reading the signs above looking for baking goods or something similar. Jeff finally found what he was looking for: Cupcake Mix Batter Thingy!™ (Best product ever) He grabbed the box and walked to the front of the store. While standing in line, he looked to the small TV above the checkout displaying the news. Jeff never cared much for watching the news; it was always about some failed robberies, murders from the neighboring city, or the latest hold up in congress.
“Earlier today there was an attempted robbery,” the women on the television stated.
Shocker ... Jeff thought, rolling his eyes.
The women continued, “Thankfully the trespasser was caught, and nothing appears to have been stolen. The culprit, Nevil Mitchells, is currently in police custody under charges of breaking and entering.”
Jeff’s eyes shot open, his heart skipped a bit and the dark shadow of concern spread across his face.
Oh no. No no no no no!
“Sir?”
If they searched my home, then! This is bad, really bad!
“Sir.”
Alright, I need to get home quickly. Oh man, this is definitely not good.
“Sir!”
Jeff looked up, and saw the cashier looking at him, she was a bit annoyed. Jeff sheepishly grinned, and made his purchase before rushing out of the store to the car. He opened the door and got in before looking to the seat next to him ... something was missing.
“ ... Pinkie?” Jeff called out.
“Oh Piiinkiiie.”
“Oh oh! What did you get?”
He heard the voice, but couldn’t locate the filly. He looked on the floor, the back seats, before hearing some rustling and looked to the bag and saw Pinkie.
Oh, thank goodness.
Jeff sighed and placed the key in the ignition. The car soon roared to life, and Jeff raced home. By now the sun had set, and the town began to slow down and prepare for sleep.
Pinkie had finally gotten out of the bag, and turned the radio up. Ironically, one of Jeff’s favorite songs came on, and it felt like a racing song ... to him at least.
“I've been drivin' all night, my hands are wet on the wheel.
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel.
My baby call said I need you here.
It's half past four and I'm shiftin’ gear.”
Traffic had died down which made getting home a lot quicker for Jeff; especially with the current song blasting in the car. Jeff shifted the car to third, the engine quieted, then grew louder as Jeff pushed the gas pedal against the back wall. The car speed down the empty street, its engine now screaming; much like Pinkie was. Pinkie began to sink into the back of the seat as the car roared through the quiet town.
“When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough,
She sends comfort coming in from above.
Don't need no letters at all.
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a line in the sky
Radar love”
Jeff was, and probably had been the whole time, singing the song and enjoying the speed of his car; it was no Formula 1 car, but it had a turbo engine. Fast enough for him at least. His turn was coming up, he slammed on the brakes, and Pinkie flew into the windshield, her body flat as a pancake now; the screaming was now muffled because of the glass. His tires screeched, and he skid onto the last straightaway before his home. Sadly the song ended.
Aw, I like that song.
The radio switched to a new song; a more appropriate car song.
Aw yeah!
“Oh yeah!
Aah Haa!
Jump back, what’s that sound?
Here she comes, full blast and top down!
Hot shoe, burnin’ down the avenue!
Model citizen, zero discipline!”
Pinkie now flew back into the seat, still screaming at the top of her lungs as Jeff sped up once again. First, second, third, fourth, fifth. Jeff loved shifting gears, it felt like he was actually doing something other than sitting and pushing a pedal with his foot. But sadly Jeff’s home was coming up, and he had to slow down once more.*
Jeff turned the corner into his apartment complex, found his parking spot, and parked the car. He shut off the radio with a sigh.
“Pinkie,” he said, “I want you to know that, well. Just be ready for whatever we find. Ok?”
Pinkie tilted her head, unsure of what Jeff meant. “Okie dokie lokie!” She smiled.
Jeff grabbed Pinkie, placed her in his pocket, and then grabbed his bag. He exited the car, shut the door and locked it. He walked up the stairs to his door, where he was greeted by an officer.
“Are you the owner?” the officer asked.
Jeff simply nodded.
“I’m Officer Steve.”
... Officer Steve? That just sounds stupid; now I just need to meet Officer Johnson.
“Earlier today we got a call from one of your neighbors about someone breaking and entering into your home. I just wanted to let you know that nothing was in his hands or pockets, so it appears that nothing was stolen. Though, he may have vandalized your couch; we’re not sure how he got it that shade of orange though. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”
“You too,” Jeff replied.
Seriously? He stood here until I got home just to tell me nothing was stolen? I mean, that was nice of him, but do officers have nothing better to do in my town? ... Wait did he just insult my couch? The jerk! I shall never forget his name, for many reasons ... mostly because it’s a stupid name. I mean seriously? Officer Steve?
The officer departed, and Jeff opened his door. The lights sparked to life and illuminated the small abode. Nothing was out of place, but it was quiet. Far too quiet. Jeff walked into the spare room.
“Hello?” he called out. “Sparkle? Dash?”
Silence.
Pinkie now poked her head out of his pocket, “Hello?” she sang. “We have cupcakes!”
Once again silence answered them. Jeff went into his bedroom and walked to the bed; he set the cupcake mix and Pinkie on the bed. He looked around, and saw nopony. Then he looked to the window ... it was open.
Oh no ...
~~~~~
“Sparkle, we’ve been looking for hours!” Dash complained. “We should probably head back and get Jeff to help us!”
Sparkle stopped, and looked back to her companions; they were tired, and hungry. It was getting late, and the cool air was beginning to sweep in. She sighed and looked ahead; the end of the park was so far, almost as far as their home.
“But, what about Pinkie?”
“Ah know you’re concerned Sparkle,” AJ said. “But don’t ya think that Jeff will be even more worried with all of us missing?”
“We’ve come this far, we can’t just give up.”
“We’re not giving up, Sparkle!” Dash insisted.
“We simply cannot stay out here all night though, it’s so ... not indoors.” Crystal whined.
“Would you stop complainin’, Crystal. It’s all you’ve been doin’ since we left,” AJ said.
“I am not complaining. I am lamenting; and at least I didn’t fall down a hole!” she stammered back at AJ.
“Ah told ya I didn’t see it!”
“Girls!” Sparkle yelled. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. We need to make a decision. Do we go home, or keep looking for Pinkie?”
“Ah vote home,” AJ said.
“I must agree, I need a bath.” Crystal added.
“I say we go back and get Jeff to help us,” Dash stated.
Sparkle pondered for a moment, and then turned to Fluttershy, her head was downcast, and she was tapping one of the grass blades.
“Well Fluttershy? What do you think?” she asked.
Fluttershy sighed, and looked to the other fillies. She squeaked something inaudible to them. They all tilted their heads and look at her. She ducked lower into the grass and squeaked something again.
”Louder!” Dash yelled. “We can’t hear you!”
“I want to go home!” Fluttershy cried. “It’s dark and scary out here, and I just want to go home!”
“Oh there there.” Crystal sympathized. “Sparkle, let’s just go home. We can search in the morning.” She walked to Fluttershy, comforting her with a hug.
Sparkled sighed, “Alright, let's go then.”
~~~~
Nevil sat in his jail cell, alone ... or so he thought.
“Gah!” he screamed. “Who are you?”
An older gentleman in a pink robe sat on the bed. His hair was thinning, reminding Nevil of Mr. Jonas.
“Wait, you seem oddly familiar, do I know you?”
“What? No!” the man said. “I’m just a stranger that you have never seen before in your life.”
“What’s your name?” Nevil queried.
“ ... Tommy,” the man said.
He seems like a real creep to me, Nevil thought to himself.
Nevil looked to the bed; a green comic caught his eye. “What are you reading there?” he asked.
“Hm? Oh, just the Cosmopolitan.”
A slam was heard, a door swung open, then closed.
“Which one is yours?” An officer asked.
Nevil looked out of the cell. He could see an officer guiding an older woman half Nevil’s height through the jail.
“Oh no!” Nevil screamed.
“That one!” the woman said pointing to Nevil.
“Mother! What are you doing here?” Nevil questioned.
“I saw you on the news! I knew you’d be on television one day!”
Nevil groaned, and the officer opened the cell.