Chapter 9: Recovery

The first thing the female pilot sees after opening her eyes suddenly and quickly is a ceiling fan.

Looking around, she finds herself in a room with a bed, a desk with a lamp on it, a wheelchair, a small fridge, and a piano. She notices she is laying down on a couch and the room seems a little dusty.

She gets up slowly, her hand on her head. And then looks at her hands, moving her arms all the way to her fingertips, her legs all the way to her toes, stretching her entire body.

I have recovered, I didn't reset!

A door on the side suddenly opens, emitting steam and the pilot emerges shortly after, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama trousers as he rubs a towel on his head.

"Where am I?" questions the female pilot.

He looks at her while heading to the small fridge and points to a drawer in the desk.

She gets up and opens the drawer, finding a bunch of letters.

"This again? You know you can talk, right?" she says, looking at him.

The pilot only opens the small fridge, revealing a bunch of drinks and offers them to her.

"I'll have the strawberry," says the female pilot.

The pilot points his hand at the drink, which results in nothing more than the can shaking back and forth.

She chuckles, "Habits die hard, I guess."

Flustered, the pilot picks up the can and throws it towards her. He then picks up another can and settles down in the chair.

Spark!

Small sparks of lightning come out of the female pilot's palm.

"All I can do is this. Our powers will take a while to return after the damage we both experienced," she says as she opens the juice can.

"I think we should share our points of view now. What do you think?" she asks, looking at the pilot.

He nods.

"Alright, where am I right now?" she asks.

The pilot points at the letters and raises a finger.

She notices the numbering on the letters and opens letter number 1.

I recovered before you and carried you to my house to recover. We are in the first level of the Castle now.

"Well, you are straight to the point, I'm surprised you recovered before me! How long was I out for?" she asks.

The pilot writes his answer on a small notepad and shows it to her.

One day.

"By the way, what happened to the man in the suit and the people he brought with him?"

He raises 3 fingers.

I woke up before any of them and went to look at them just to check what happened. And while doing so, I found a bunch of Plasma guns that I had to take away. After that, I carried you and got here as fast as I could. I wonder where they got the Plasma guns from.

The female pilot sighs, "I see, we should investigate how they got Plasma guns in the first place. There is no way they could have manufactured them. I think we should exchange as much information as possible to get a clearer picture as we─ " she pauses as a growl sounds.

The pilot quickly writes down something on a notepad and shows it to her.

Do you mind if we go eat somewhere and continue there?

"Alright, I'll just borrow your shower first," she says, standing up.

He nods and points to the door he came out from.

"I'll be right back, and I will also be borrowing your washing machine in there," she says, opening the door.

The pilot says nothing as he sips his juice.

. . .

"That was refreshing," sighs the female pilot as she walks out, dressed in her uniform.

She finds the pilot laying on the couch, "Should we get going?"

The pilot gets up and snaps his fingers, changing his clothes to his uniform instantly.

"Cool trick!"

He snaps his fingers again, and a bag appears on the bed.

"What's that?"

The pilot walks towards the bag, taking out a couple of Plasma guns, and throws one towards her.

"These should be good enough to defend ourselves if the need arises until we get our powers back," muses the female pilot, she pauses, "And I think we need a more efficient method of communication. The letters and notes won't be able to cut it."

The pilot writes another small note.

I have an idea we can try. Close your eyes and relax.

She does as told and closes her eyes. The female pilot feels two fingertips tapping her temple.

". . . Hello, can you hear me?"

This surprises her, "Wow! Telepathy!" she exclaims.

"I'll take that as a yes. By the way, if you want to contact me telepathically, just focus on me and think of what you want to say."

The female pilot focuses on him and tries sending him a message.

"Hello, can you hear me?" hears the pilot in his head.

"Oh, you got it," he replies.

"This is great!" she says.

"Oh, by the way, where would you like to eat?"

"Well. . ."

. . .

The pilot rubs his forehead, sitting on his chair for the past 20 minutes listening to the female pilot talk.

Kill me, he thinks, sending it to her telepathically by accident.

"Or maybe we cou─ Wait, what?"

Realizing his mistake, he rushes to correct it, "I was just saying we should have cheeseburgers, I haven't had one in a long while."

"Oh, okay, sure!"

He shakes his head.

Close call. I've got to be more careful with this ability.