There was an invasion on from England’s great adversary, France, and England diverted all defensive forces to Heathrow Airport and a couple routes leading to Heathrow simply as an attempt to evacuate the populous. Team 3D and the 3D Girls were on the bus, along with a dozen or so locals. Some of the locals were injured from the initial attacks, and the 3D Girls were tending to their wounds. Suddenly, while making my way down the steep hill towards the airport which was still about ten miles away, the ground rocked and the stream of red tail-lights that was the traffic ahead of me disappeared instantly, some of them were strewn up into the night sky chased after by flames, clouds of smoke, and debris. There was now a big hole in the ground ahead of us and, if I kept driving forward, we were going to fall right into it. Instead, I told Dave to hold the wheel as I climbed out the window, climbed to the roof of the bus, threw myself in front of the still moving bus, waited for it to roll over me, and I lifted it high into the sky as I flew the bus and its passengers to safety (why, since I was able to fly, didn’t I just fly the bus to safety instead of waiting in line to get on a plane? It’s a dream, leave me alone). The safest place for me to land, away from the French attacks, was on a side of a mountain opposite the side facing the airport and our only chance for escape. After I put the bus down Team 3D and I walked about and surveyed the area. There was no quick route from where were to the airport. Kenn told everyone to get on the bus, told Dave to stand on the roof of the bus (you’ll see why soon enough), and asked me to raise the bus into the sky once more. Leaving Kenn on the ground, everyone looked on from a few hundred feet in the air as Kenn clasped both his hands together in a mighty fist and, screaming, slammed them into the ground. What looked like lighting, a crooked and fast moving path or light drew itself up the length of the mountain. When the light reached the top of the mountain the side lit with light exploded and threw out into the air millions of tons of rock. The cloud of dust and rock and large bits of earth was deflected from those of us in (and below and above) the bus as Dave extended his hands forward, his palms towards the incoming remnants of mountain – creating a greenish-yellow shield in front of and around us. When everything pretty much settled, we landed right next to Kenn who, dusty and dirty and his knuckles bleeding, smiled and got back on the bus. I hopped back behind the wheel and drove through the mountain – Dave still on top just in case. Once through the hollowed out mountain, we drove right into a sortie of falling French artillery which Dave effortlessly deflected from both us and our path to the airport. We made it to the airport, made it to a plane, and took off heading for Spain and then the United States. I remember I was just about to order my in-flight drink, and then Lisa woke me up. |
