The Strange Adventures of Andrew Barnes. Chapter Four.

 

I groaned loudly and rolled over onto my side. I felt a wet cloth touch my forehead and heard someone say,

 

“He’s awake, Alex.” I had never heard that voice before. I heard a pair of footsteps come up to me and heard Alex’s voice,

 

"Good. I hope he’s alright.”

 

I sat up suddenly and looked around at where I was. It looked like a trailer. I was at the back of the trailer, in the bedroom. There were three bunk beds and three dressers. All the sheets where snow white, and the dressers had a slight blue tint to them. In the next room was a kitchen with a little two burner stove. There were a few cupboards and a table with four chairs around it. There were three couches near the door, which was on the left. A large truck was pulling the trailer.

 

I saw Laura, Sue and Jon sitting on two of the couches. I tried to stand up, but the man pushed me softly back down.

 

“You need to lie down for a while yet. You took quite a hard hit. Alex, you should have called me before you did anything. I’m Alex’s father, Jeremiah, but just call me Jere. Nice to meet you,” Jere shook my hand and turned to Alex, asking, “What happened?”

 

“Well, apparently, Mission 12 turned into a fly and flew in there with us. He must have heard everything we said,” Alex answered, pounding his head with his fist.

 

“Shoot! This is bad,” Jere said. He started pacing around the room and muttering. I couldn’t tell what he was saying, but I could tell he was angry.

 

I sat up and said, “I did swat at a fly. That was probably it.” Alex nodded and started pacing also.

 

Jon came into the room and came over to me, “What’s going on here? We heard a bang and you yell. It was right after class, so we went looking for you. We didn’t know what you were doing.”

 

“Neither did I,” I laughed. I suddenly got a cramp in my neck. I lay back down.