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Walks out from her house, first scribbling a short apologetic note to Ashton and placing it by the door. Jen opens the door to a cab, slamming it heavily and telling the driver to drive to the airport. Once there, she heads to the International terminal and checks in, grabbing her boarding pass and a few hundred sticks of gum. Once she's in the plane, she falls asleep immediately, and misses all the meals. She hadn't slept for 5 days, hadn't eaten for two, for some reason unknown to her.
Waking up, hearing the Captain's nasal voice coming over the speaker.
'Welcome to England, the temperature is 18 degrees...pouring rain, with a slight chance of thunderstorms later tonight, miserable old England, eh? Croaky unenthusiastic laughter. The crew and I are happy to be the first to welcome you, we hope you enjoy your stay here in the United Kingdom. Please keep your seatbelt on until the plane comes to a complete stop.'
The routine she's heard so many times holds no more feeling and emotion than before. Just routine. In itself.
Climbing up and taking out her one small bag from the overhead compartment, as she rolls it out of the plane keeping her head down as the stewards say their usual 'Have a good stay!' in their Sussex accents.
Once out, she gets a cab to the police station, and questions the officers about the whereabouts of three teenagers which might have been called to their attention. No luck, but she receives a number to call. Finding a sightly hidden telephone box, one of the original red ones, and rings the number, pressing the phone to her shoulder as she looks through her purse to see how much money she's got with her. A booming, proper voice heavy with a deep British accent comes out from the earpeice, and she responds shakily. After much discussion in very few words, she's got the town they were last seen in. Apparently a farmer had seen them all using a telephone box, and thought it strange they were so far out, alone. Sighing and thanking him, she hung up the phone and leaned against the glass, staring at the pouring rain. It was England, it'd be pouring where they were too.
Tired of waiting, she opened up the door running to a nearby Sainsbury's. Once inside, she proceded to buy incredulous amounts of food, fresh food such as fruit, bangers, olives, all different types of meat, and infinite amounts more, then dry food like crisps, chips, and some chocolate. Then moving on to buy a portable small stove, lighter fluid, a few water-proof jackets, a small fridge she could plug into a car, a few umbrellas...Really probably buying a bit too much but she told herself she didn't know how long they'd be there and what would happen. Requesting them to hold it all as she rushed out, heading to the rental car area by the airport, she rented a large car, which really wasn't very large, seeing as it was Europe. After much pleading and a bit of trouble, she finally convinced them to let her rent it for an unknown period of time.
Jen drove it back to the shop, piling all the food and miscellaneous items into the back, front....oh hell all over. The car for some reason had a Global Positioning System, so she programmed in the town and began to drive, having no idea where in hell she was heading off to or what she was doing, only knowing that she had to find them quickly. She'd always absentmindedly treated them like adults, as most times they acted, but when it all came down to it, they were kids, they were near half her age, and though she'd never truly believe it, they couldn't survive on her own. They simply couldn't, shouldn't be able to, they needed a parent to collapse upon and assume they knew what they were doing. They shouldn't need to be this strong. Hopefully, if they didn't want to come home, she could be that parent.
Pulling over and plugging her laptop into the car, she decides to update. The windscreen wipers swished back and forth and began to match her heartbeart, and as she started to type her worry seemed to accumulate.
I'm someplace, in England, it's pouring...I don't really know what I'm doing, this is sort of insane, I didn't really think about it until I was gone...But I'm here now, I didn't really screw up, and I'm going to suceed in what I came here to do. You can call my cell or what not if you need to talk to me, which is sounding ridiculous as no one ever does. But still, yes. And I'm really tired so I'm going to stop typing and get a tad bit of sleep before I drive. I'll see you all hopefully soon.
-Jen
Turns off the laptop, closing it and placing it on the floor under the seat. Pushing away some food so she can lie down, she lay sprawled over the seats, and soon was sleeping softly.
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