The Scary Journey

It was a race against time as Amelia hurried down the cobblestone path of the museum driveway to the main street, holding nothing but the small cell phone she found in the parcel and a bus ticket.

The sun was still rising and as such there were very few people jogging along the path, minding their own business.

When Amelia got to the main road, she paused, breathing heavily, her head snapping to her left and then to the right, unsure of where to go. For a girl who had never commuted on a bus in her entire life, she felt completely lost.

"Turn right."

Amelia heard Blaze's voice in her head. It was as soft and calm as the gentle whisper of nature. Her breathing quickened as she looked around for any sign of him. But aside from the early risers and commuters, there was no sign of him. She slowly lifted her right hand up as if to scratch her ear while looking for any sign of a wireless ear plug.