The very next day, before the sun took over the sky, and before the small town awoke, we got ready and got into Henri’s Volkswagen. It was a long five-hour drive to the nearest train station in Berlean, where we would safely park the car, and find a visual picture of Eimville. I couldn’t teleport to places I couldn’t see, especially if it’s very far from my current location. However, the train station had tons of leaflets and infographics about Eimville, which I could look at, and visualize in my mind.
I turned on the ignition of the Volkswagen, it sputtered to life. Napoleon meowed and stretched her paws, then hopped from the backseat onto Bellus’ lap, cuddling and getting comfortable.
Bellus poked her with a finger. “What is she doing?” He poked her again. “Hey, get off...” Napoleon sm
