United States of Whatever

Well I can't remember what time we got on a plane to the US, Texas to be more precise. It was early though. The plane was a great big thing with engines the size of people, sort of what I was expecting. But considering I've never flown before, I couldn't be sure.. Lucas seemed to know what he was doing, we got through security, sat down, had the air hosts and hostesses doing their little safety dance briefing.

And then we flew.

I felt like a child really, seeing the tops of clouds below me like it was as solid as the earth far far below. I just kind of wanted to climb out of the plane and run along them. But after an hour that excitement sort of stopped and I let myself actually sleep.

We slept most of the way, so we're not even all that jet lagged. Or maybe we're the opposite of jet lagged. I don't know yet. But today has been damn fun so far either way. Elaine and Cam are good people, we get along far too well for our own good, I'm pretty sure Lab Rats like us are supposed to be pretty impersonal with the one giving the tests in case the experiments go wrong, but really, I like them, it makes me sad we can't stay for too long.

Their apartment was the kind of thing you get with fourth floor attic rooms. It's high up, a good thing against Slendy, and lined with books. I'm tempted to have a bit of a browse, might ask Elaine later. We spent the rest of today being treated to a taste of American life, involving burgers and chips, (I'm sorry, I refuse to call them fries out of principal.) and probably the most delicious apple pie I've ever tasted.

Also Lucas, regardless of the fact we're together, when you and me are on Super Smash Brothers, you're gonna get Kirby Stomped!


Today is a good day. We're alive, actually meeting people who are experiencing a similar thing to us, and I can feel the positivity in the air like a happy static.

Keep safe you guys.

-Joel