CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT (He's no Here)

Honestly, I didn't know what I felt at the moment. Could it be that my brain is not functioning well—thus interpreting every sound from my ears as familiar?

"It's me, ma'am, I am alive and fully active." That was good news, although I haven't sat down on my own and thought of him for a long time, I was happy he has recovered. I couldn't forget that voice. The voice that stood up for me when Buzz wanted to hurt me. The one man that paid a great price to save me.

"It's good to have you back." It was indeed to see him back again. I leaned forward and robbed my hand on his shoulder briefly. I continued looking at the magazine I got from the reporters as the car sped along the free road. I nearly jumped out of the car window, I screamed "Yes" over 5 times. My excitement filled the car. The driver, and the bodyguard in front and behind me all turned in my direction.

I knew my voice was loud, but I'm sorry I couldn't help. I looked at each of them and waved a bit to show that I was sorry