"Alora? Where's her voice coming from?" Everyone started looking here and there when their eyes fall on Professor Mia's bag.
Sarah quickly grabbed the bag, only to find another walkie-talkie inside of it.
"Alora? Are you listening to us?" Sarah said with tears beaming in her eyes.
"Yes, I am. I think I am in the wrong era. The room looks so beautiful yet from the 18th century's style. Maybe I am in a movie set," Alora chuckled.
"No, you are in the 18th century. Right after you leave the whole laboratory blown up," Sarah said wiping her tears.
"Oh my sweet god, Are you guys ok? Are you fine, Sarah?" Panic was clear in Alora's voice.
"Would you please stop? You are the one in danger yet you are worried about us. Where's your self-love, huh? Why can't you learn to be a little selfish," Sarah cried out, sobs leaving her mouth.
"Are you crying, Sarah? Don't cry. It's no big deal. Somewhere in my heart, I wanted to visit the 18th century but then thought maybe I will visit it next time. God was feeling too generous. Hence, he decided to listen to that hidden voice inside of me. I am perfectly fine. Don't worry," Alora softly said.
Sarah nodded her head like a child but then realized that Alora can't see her.
"If you face any trouble then remember to fight back. Don't let anyone or anything hold you back. We aren't there to fight for you, you have to put yourself first. You have to take care of yourself till we find you again. Promise to take care of yourself," Sarah demanded.
"At the same time, you managed to sound like both a child and an adult. A childish voice with words of adults. Seems like you have grown older in just a few minutes. I promise to put myself first and fight back for my way no matter what. You will find me scratch-less next time we meet," Alora's words calmed down Sarah instantly.
"Keep us updated on your every movement. It may take us a long period to fix everything but we will find you, no matter what. Keep fighting, my love," Professor Cara said holding back her eyes with a tear-stricken face.
"I will. Don't worry about me. I also know how to fight. Nothing will happen to me. You guys also remember to take care of yourselves. Take it slow, I will wait for you to reach out to me, no matter how long it takes. I will turn off the walkie-talkie now to save the battery. I Will update later."
"Ok."
After bidding Alora bye, everyone decided to go back to their houses.
Nonstop work from the past few days has them weakened.
They decided to rest for today and start working again tomorrow.
That night everyone falls back into a disturbing dreamless night with a burden over their shoulders.
In the 18th century (starting when Alora reached there) :
Alora falls into the bathroom right after coming out of the dark hole.
"Oh my sweet god, it hurts like hell. Was it necessary to drop me off like a slack of potato?" She groaned.
She took a few minutes to look at her surrendering.
Cream curtains were falling on the ground. The surface was plain and hard.
She looked before her to see a small bathtub-like thing. The stream was coming out from it as if the water was just placed there.
"It was surely placed here for someone to take a warm bath. Looks like an 18th-century movie. It gives away 18th-century vibes. Aw, vintage. So adorable," Alora thought dripping her finger on the water.
As predicted before, the water was warm.
She waited for a few minutes for someone to come but no one came.
She remembered about the walkie-talkie.
"Are you guys there? Is anyone listening to me?" She called out a few times but no one responded.
She tried again and thankfully, Sarah responded.
"Alora? Are you listening to us?" Sarah asked and Alora signed in relief.
"Finally," she thought.
"Yes, I am. I think I am in the wrong era. The room looks so beautiful yet from the 18th century's style. Maybe I am in a movie set," she chuckled looking around thinking that the setup was looking too realistic.
"No, you are in the 18th century. Right after you left the whole laboratory was blown up," Sarah said and Alora felt like she was dropped from the sky, only to get drowned in the river.
"Oh my sweet god, Are you guys ok? Are you fine, Sarah?" Panic was clear in her's voice.
She was getting worried sick thinking that something might have happened to Sarah or others.
"Would you please stop? You are the one in danger yet you are worried about us. Where's your self-love, huh? Why can't you learn to be a little selfish," Sarah cried out, sobs leaving her mouth.
Her cries made Alora's heart hurt.
"Are you crying, Sarah? Don't cry. It's no big deal. Somewhere in my heart, I wanted to visit the 18th century but then thought maybe I will visit it next time. God was feeling too generous. Hence, he decided to listen to that hidden voice inside of me. I am perfectly fine. Don't worry," Alora softly said.
"If you face any trouble then remember to fight back. Don't let anyone or anything hold you back. We aren't there to fight for you, you have to put yourself first. You have to take care of yourself till we find you again. Promise to take care of yourself," Sarah demanded.
Alora chuckled.
"At the same time, you managed to sound like both a child and an adult. A childish voice with words of adults. Seems like you have grown older in just a few minutes. I promise to put myself first and fight back for my way no matter what. You will find me scratch-less next time we meet," Alora said.
"Keep us updated on your every movement. It may take us a long period to fix everything but we will find you, no matter what. Keep fighting, my love," Professor Cara said.
"I will. Don't worry about me. I also know how to fight. Nothing will happen to me. You guys also remember to take care of yourselves. Take it slow, I will wait for you to reach out to me, no matter how long it takes. I will turn off the walkie-talkie now to save the battery. I Will update later."
"Ok."
After bidding them bye, Alora decided to look around.
She came out of the bathroom and started walking in the hallway.
Suddenly, she heard noises coming from somewhere close.
She followed the noises, only to get the biggest shock of her life.