chapter 4

John dreamed. A soft voice called him and he was  running, running down a long dark scary corridor towards the voice. But as soon as he drew closer the sound shifted further away. It was his father‘s voice. He was sure. John was thinking of him and tried to see him but five long years had passed and all he could remember his funny laugh and  a blurred tall outline, the feeling of warmth and that one voice- something soft something comforting but always indistinct. It was as if a part of him would be forever lost.

Morning sunlight filtered through the wooden slats of the shed . Jimmie slept but Simba was awake licking his fur to clean it. He paused mid-lick and stared at him and his bright blue eyes almost closed. John creeped over and began to wynd the bass key. After a while, he stretched and muttered.

 “that’s better by hearing the clock ticking , it’s time to get back what is rightfully yours” I saw the professor only ten minutes Ago and the scoundrel is preparing his white and blue airship! Up You get lazybones, we’ve work to do!’

“Oi I was having a good dream”protested Jimmie yawning, stretching  and rubbing  his big ears.

A moment later, the gang of three unlikely musketeers 

Clambered back over the wall towards where the silver

Airship was tethered. The heating fires roared and the

Baloon was