It had that type of feeling you get after consuming sleeping pills if you have ever consumed one before.
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I must say that it was not bad at all but not everyone is a fan of sleeping through a whole journey. I woke up in the coach car, still as empty as I was when I entered. I wondered if I was the only person who traveled to that destination that day.
I was also baffled by the accuracy of it all. I slept through the journey. The train had no windows that I might have been able to see the world through but that does not mean I want to sleep through the whole thing.
The man who ushered me to my seat was there to usher me out of the train and into a car. There was a chauffeur in the car when I entered. I looked at the man who did not follow me inside.
I had so many questions to ask the man who looked like he was in his mid-thirties but I could only bit the inside of my lower lips and received the nod he gave me with a nod and looked at the back of the head of the man seating on the driver's seat.
Just like the capital, he did not have multi-colored hair and he looked pretty normal. I had concluded that those in the prison world were the only people crazy in this world.
I mean excluding the king because he was the craziest being I have seen. I was still not accepting of the fact that he chose cats for his communication. He had to be some serious sociopath to do that.
I decided to say something to the chauffeur who said nothing to me before we began leaving the train station. I feel very guilty about all the train stations back at home by calling this one a train station.
"Good day," I said to the man driving as I felt awkward to have him remain silent like a mute.
"Good day, young master," he said with the respect that I found to be very sincere. This was the first time since I can to this place that someone was talking to me with such sincere respect when I was sure the person did not even know me.
"What is your name?" I asked seriously. I must say that I miss the respect I was given at home as the sun of my father.
"My name is Jeffrey," came his reply respectfully.
I wondered why he did not greet me when I stepped into the car early until I asked who he was. "Oh," I said with a nod of my head. "You were asked to pick me up from the mine?" I guessed.
"Yes, I have been assigned to assist you during your stay here," Jeffrey replied.
So, he was not a chauffeur at the end of the day. I found his deep voice weirdly monotonous but I did not say anything as I glanced at my cat who met my gaze. She looked away uninterested and said nothing to ease my confused mind.
"Oh, that is a good thing then. I hope we get along pretty well," I told the man with a warm smile. If I was going to face what I believed awaited me here, I will need the help of someone willing to help me.
"It is definite that young master and I get along," he replied to me with his head straight ahead. For once, he did not even bother to glance back at me even for a second.
He was sincere, yet so mechanically sincere. I could almost guess she was an AI on my phone. I swallowed, I don't know why I was disturbed by his voice and the fact that he did not see the need to look at me.
I looked out of the window. There were more cars on the road than in the capital and the prison world. it looked busy and lively like a real town should look like. I saw a restaurant and I heard my stomach grumble.
I was very pleased. It was a sign that I will have a little more fun in this place than I did in the capital and the prison. I did not get the chance to see many places in the prison world as I had just arrived.
You could call me a coward as I had let my cat take care of it all. I also know I was a tad bit less brave than I should be. I should do that and avoid fainting every time I have to fight.
Don't worry about me, I should still have just graduated from high school if I was back at home on earth with my family. I would not be allowed to smoke or drink not like I wanted to so desperately like most of my classmates so that should put you at ease.
I don't know how many hours it takes for a rotation of this world but I have been calculating it diligently and I will only do those things that adults do when I am legally an adult.
Am I being dense? I was told never to do anything wrong for the sake of my reputation. Forget my mother isn't here to look at me disappointedly or my father isn't here to give me a sound slap if I stray from the right part but I was not anxious for such thing.
My secret is that I am scared of trying things out in this world. I will be bolder when I am an adult, right? Adult in mind and not just my bother because in case you don't know, this handsome body was very much an adult.
Now, I am getting embarrassed talking about things like this but I was not a child when I was on earth. I was a fully developed young man.
I worked out as much as I believe my father would not claim that I was obsessing over exercises. When I say developed, I do not mean the tight muscles I had but also . . .
I am too shy to continue but I will leave another secret before I run away because I am blushing right now at the thought of this which I shouldn't.
That young boy down there in my body on earth is bigger than the one I found in this body.
Oh gosh! What the hell am I thinking? We have arrived.
Why is my cat looking at me like that? Don't tell me can read people's thoughts because I will be damned if that is the case.