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the Haven. There must be a way to get the children out here, he thought. There has to be.
Tilting the rearview mirror downward, Mr. Sanders could just barely make out Sofia’s arm spread across John’s chest. As her hand moved to his head, and her fingers filtered through his hair, an idea came to his mind: the walls of the Highway were relatively thin and fragile at certain areas. If he timed everything just right, he thought, he just might be able to collide the vehicle into it with just enough force to create an opening for them to escape through. He could then commandeer another vehicle while the impact site was in chaos. That would allow him to easily make it back to the apartment for, what he believed to be, his final return home.
With a strong feeling that Helen was watching over him, he began to set the plan into motion. They once had a dream that could not be fulfilled, but he believed that through John and Sofia that dream was about to be realized.
Glancing into the mirror once more, seeing the two children so tranquil, so in love, he understood that his entire life had been destined for this moment. This youthful couple would live in that physical paradise of which no other person of Labor had ever seen or could ever imagine, he thought. And before nightfall, he and Helen would be in their own paradise, together at last.
“The young man’s been sleeping for quite some time. Another hour’s drive will give him the rest he needs to help the two of you with the journey ahead,” he said.
There was no response from Sofia this time. Assuming she was asleep, he continued the drive without saying another word.
Chapter Nine
A tugging sensation at Sofia’s shoulder accompanied a faint calling from the old man, bringing her out of the deep sleep and into that semi-conscious state between reality and the fantastic. In her dreamy state of awareness, she could hear John and Mr. Sanders speaking to one another, as friends converse openly and frankly among themselves. Rubbing the crusty build-up from the corners of her eyes, she expected the voices to fade away into oblivion as she began to fully awaken upon the bed of her room, but the rumbling of the motor beneath her head, and the white-gray metallic roof staring her in the face from above, reminded her that the events of the day were more than a mere game of the mind.
“Wake up, girl. It’s time to get up,” John’s voice grumbled as she felt him shaking her shoulder.
“Is she awake yet?” Mr. Sanders asked with a tone mixed in anxiety and frustration.
“Yes, sir.”
The haziness of Sofia’s awareness made it difficult to fully comprehend what exactly was taking place around her.
John sat up, clutching his ribs. “Mr. Sanders said we’re almost there.”
“Almost there? Where are we going?”
The old man looked back over the front seat and said, “ Your final destination .”
Pointing at the cargo straps situated beside the seatbelts, the old man was wide-eyed and, for the first time, showing his fears openly through the tones of his voice.
“You need to secure yourselves in tightly. I’m really not sure how hard of an impact we’re going to have,” he commanded nervously.
“An impact?” John questioned, “What impact?”
“Are we going to crash?” Sofia asked, sitting up.
“Trust me, please, children,” Mr. Sanders interrupted, “Everything’s going to be alright. You’re about to receive the gift of freedom… something of which neither of you have ever really had. The rooftop was only a small sampling of what’s in store for the two of you. You just need to trust me, okay?”
Sofia did not respond. She looked to John as if she wanted him to make the call as to whether or not they were going to go along with the old man’s scheme. With the blueness of her eyes staring back at him, the contrasting red streaks strung around her eyelids indicating the heavy exhaustion hanging over her, John hesitated to answer. Brushing
Tilting the rearview mirror downward, Mr. Sanders could just barely make out Sofia’s arm spread across John’s chest. As her hand moved to his head, and her fingers filtered through his hair, an idea came to his mind: the walls of the Highway were relatively thin and fragile at certain areas. If he timed everything just right, he thought, he just might be able to collide the vehicle into it with just enough force to create an opening for them to escape through. He could then commandeer another vehicle while the impact site was in chaos. That would allow him to easily make it back to the apartment for, what he believed to be, his final return home.
With a strong feeling that Helen was watching over him, he began to set the plan into motion. They once had a dream that could not be fulfilled, but he believed that through John and Sofia that dream was about to be realized.
Glancing into the mirror once more, seeing the two children so tranquil, so in love, he understood that his entire life had been destined for this moment. This youthful couple would live in that physical paradise of which no other person of Labor had ever seen or could ever imagine, he thought. And before nightfall, he and Helen would be in their own paradise, together at last.
“The young man’s been sleeping for quite some time. Another hour’s drive will give him the rest he needs to help the two of you with the journey ahead,” he said.
There was no response from Sofia this time. Assuming she was asleep, he continued the drive without saying another word.
Chapter Nine
A tugging sensation at Sofia’s shoulder accompanied a faint calling from the old man, bringing her out of the deep sleep and into that semi-conscious state between reality and the fantastic. In her dreamy state of awareness, she could hear John and Mr. Sanders speaking to one another, as friends converse openly and frankly among themselves. Rubbing the crusty build-up from the corners of her eyes, she expected the voices to fade away into oblivion as she began to fully awaken upon the bed of her room, but the rumbling of the motor beneath her head, and the white-gray metallic roof staring her in the face from above, reminded her that the events of the day were more than a mere game of the mind.
“Wake up, girl. It’s time to get up,” John’s voice grumbled as she felt him shaking her shoulder.
“Is she awake yet?” Mr. Sanders asked with a tone mixed in anxiety and frustration.
“Yes, sir.”
The haziness of Sofia’s awareness made it difficult to fully comprehend what exactly was taking place around her.
John sat up, clutching his ribs. “Mr. Sanders said we’re almost there.”
“Almost there? Where are we going?”
The old man looked back over the front seat and said, “ Your final destination .”
Pointing at the cargo straps situated beside the seatbelts, the old man was wide-eyed and, for the first time, showing his fears openly through the tones of his voice.
“You need to secure yourselves in tightly. I’m really not sure how hard of an impact we’re going to have,” he commanded nervously.
“An impact?” John questioned, “What impact?”
“Are we going to crash?” Sofia asked, sitting up.
“Trust me, please, children,” Mr. Sanders interrupted, “Everything’s going to be alright. You’re about to receive the gift of freedom… something of which neither of you have ever really had. The rooftop was only a small sampling of what’s in store for the two of you. You just need to trust me, okay?”
Sofia did not respond. She looked to John as if she wanted him to make the call as to whether or not they were going to go along with the old man’s scheme. With the blueness of her eyes staring back at him, the contrasting red streaks strung around her eyelids indicating the heavy exhaustion hanging over her, John hesitated to answer. Brushing
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