IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION
JOURNEY TO THE LIGHT
By; Speaker Gerald Polley
All rights reserved.
Chapter 12
A couple of weeks went by. The Professor and Peter
were off with their ladies making a visit to their families. They
couldn't tell them it would be the last one. But they didn't want
to leave without their families getting to meet their brides. The
Professor's family was really excited! Carol had talked to his
mother, who would not tell her her age. She accredited Carol with
a miracle.
"Wasn't me!" Carol assured. She felt a
presence and looked up to see the youngest girl. "My goodness!" Carol
sighed, "You're a quiet one, dear! I'm afraid I didn't get
your name."
"It's Aadila," the girl answered. "My sister's
Basheera. Please help me go home?" the girl pleaded. "The other
one can have this body, the one from here. It was a mistake for
me to come here. I should've stayed and faced my fate. I
just can't live with these people! They're too savage, they're
too sickening. I'd rather perish forever than stay here much
longer."
Carol stared at the young woman, beginning to understand
what she was saying. "I don't know if I can help," she finally
managed. "I don't know what I could do."
"Just take me out!" the girl pleaded. "Put the other one in."
Suddenly there was a glow. A ladder descended
and the Mora Carol had met before, obviously quite pregnant, scurried
down the ladder and came over to the girl.
"Ah!" she snapped. "We wondered what happened to
you! We received your summons. Kindly don't be so strong
next time! You nearly knocked out the ship's telepath!"
"Apologies!" the girl managed. The Mora put
her hand on the girl's forehead. "Yes," she remarked, "yes! We
certainly must get you out of that body. I will be a host for a
time until you get a new one."
"Oh, no!" the girl pleaded. "I don't want that. Please, just let me go."
"That would be unacceptable!" the Mora
snapped. "Let us have no arguments in front of another. If
you choose, after your duty is completed you may accept eternal
night. But you made promises. You made commitments.
It is not right to run away from them."
The girl stared at the ground. "Very well!" she managed.
Carol shook her head. "Can't do it!" she snapped. "If it's not of her free will I can't do it."
The Mora sighed. "I'll finish her debt," came
a voice out of the Darkness, "when I finish my debt here. I'll
come with you and fulfill whatever was required of her."
The Mora looked into the Darkness and sighed again.
"Very well!" she finally managed, "I do not understand why you would do
this, but I will not bond her to me. I will simply let her enter
the ship. And when the next ship returns to the mother world she
can go there and give herself to the Darkness, if that is her
wish. Twenty five years from now we will come and pick you
up. This body should be quite sufficient for you to spend some
time with us."
"What do I do?" Carol asked.
"Help this one out," the Mora answered, "help that
one in. The entry will be uncomfortable because it will be permanent,
not just temporary. Do not be alarmed, it is necessary."
Carol extended out her hand and put the other one on
the girl's forehead. A glow appeared around her. Suddenly it shot
away up into the hatch. Something barely a shadow, entered into
the body, coming through Carol. The girl immediately cried
out. She went over on the floor and began to convulse.
Carol went to help but the Mora stopped her. "No! the pain is
necessary, the distress is necessary. Let it occur. When it
is done take her down and put her to bed. There is no male
available so she will have to wait."
The Mora walked over to the ladder, climbed up, and
was gone. Carol waited until the convulsions stopped, then got
the girl downstairs. "Something wrong?" Zorba asked.
Carol looked around then gave him the girl. "Take her in our room," she instructed, "do it."
"What?" Zorba asked.
"Take her in our room and do it. Take your time. Don't ask questions. It's important."
"Must be!" her husband managed.
Carol went back up to her observing. A while
later her husband came up. "This is going to sound like a
very foolish question," he managed, "but is that the same.."
Carol shook her head. "No," she answered, "it's
not! But don't speak of it. The other one had to
leave. She wasn't from here. She didn't belong in a human
body. That one's from here. She belongs in that body.
What you did will help her bond to it."
Zorba nodded. "We didn't take any precautions, I hope there's no problems."
"If there are," Carol answered, "We'll take care of
it. I don't think precautions would've been appropriate."
"Why don't you shut down for the night?" her husband suggested.
"You want more?" Carol asked.
"Do I ever!" her husband admitted.
Carol found there was no question of that when they
got back to the bedroom, no question of it at all! He definitely
wanted more! Carol didn't mind. She didn't mind at
all!
She thought she'd better call the doctor's house and
let them know the girl was there. "Thank goodness!" the doctor
replied. Her sister's scared to death! She was afraid,
well, she was afraid of something. Should I come and get her?"
"No," Carol suggested, "she's sleeping peacefully. We can send her home in the morning."
"How in the hell did she get out there," the doctor
wondered, " without being picked up by the sensors and a patrol
intercepting her?"
"I haven't got the foggiest!" Carol lied. "But
she just needed to have a girl talk. I think her sister will find
there's nothing to worry about any more."
"Good!" the doctor praised, "Good!"
The next day the young lady returned home. The
vehicle that came to pick her up dropped somebody else off, a charming
little man with a deep French accent. "I'm Louie Pasteur," he
announced, "and yes, I am related to the famous Pasteur. Proud to
be a descendant! I'm afraid I am here on a very important mission
that I'm hoping you will help me with."
"If it's within my power," Carol agreed.
"Oh, it is!" the little Frenchman
assured. "I have brought a man with me that is dying. I want you
to give Jerry his legs. It is very important that you do
so. You see, when you do your miracles somehow you are putting an
enzyme in the people that keeps the organs from being rejected.
But in a way that is totally different from any other organ rejection
medication that we have. We are hoping that with as major an
exchange as replacing legs we can get enough of the enzyme to
synthesize it, produce it. It may revolutionize organ
transplants, make them far more successful and long lasting."
Carol stared at the man trying to fully grasp what
he was saying. I'll have to see if I can help the man
that's dying," she finally managed. If I can't I'll consider
it. But I'll have to have Jerry's consent."
"You will! You will!" the Frenchman promised. "I assure you, he will!"