As I head towards the parking area, I wonder if the fast object was from Lucy. The parking area is packed with people admiring the flying object.

  It looks like a tear, it's colored all white, it has a pointy front side, the back being wide. It is suspended next to the ground, it looks so unreal.

  The vehicle is the size of a truck, I just wonder where would Lucy be. I decide to walk around the parking, I try to call Lucy.

  She answers, and immediately tells me to head toward the tearshaped flying object.

  "Tom bud, hurry up!" she said.

  I head towards the vehicle, how incredible.

  As I approach it, I don't hear any sounds coming from it.

  All of a sudden, its doors open by disintegration. A tall girl walks out, she has blonde hair in ponytail, she has red lipstick; it's Lucy.

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  People look on, in amazement at the owner of the tear shaped plane.

  She keeps looking around the crowd, as I walk through it. She spots me, she looks at me as if I am hopeless.

  She waits.....

  I arrive infront of her, I look up to her whilst she stands on the tear shaped plane with the doors opened.

  "Hurry up kid, we are about to be late."

  Steps appear out of the plane, I climb the plane. The doors appear again, immediately I look inside. It's all white, with only 10 seats and the driver's seat.

  "Sit down and brace yourself" Lucy says with a sense of urgency.

  She sits on the first seat, it looks like a pilot's seat.

  She buckles up, and says; "initiate alt return trip, autopilot."

  [ Brighton's Airpiercer Online, Engines ready in 5...4...3...2...1 ]

  The plane somehow can display the surroundings on its walls.

  As it rises, people on the ground are looking up with amazement.

  [Destination acquired, 30 minutes until destination ]

  I feel the plane, vibrating in an intense way, then a vacuum like sound comes " Whoosh!"

  We reached speeds that are unbelievable in just a moment.

  [200 MPH.....400 MPH. ..600 MPH. ..800 MPH....1000 MPH....1200 MPH....1400 MPH....1600 MPH....1800 MPH....1999 MPH reached]

  Lucy casually turns on her seat and looks at me in the eye;

  "How have you been kid, hope you didn't skip school to come play in this world!"