Unforgettable journey to other planets

“Hi,” Debby decided to start, “my name is Debby Glandfield. I live in Stamford. Teach history at school,” she realized that she hadn’t succeeded, and after waiting for a while, she continued. “This is Jean-Pierre, he’s a very serious man,” she smiled.

There was another pause.

“I’m David,” said the waist-wet young man, nodding in encouragement. “I guess I’m the only one here willingly.”

Jean-Pierre looked at him with incomprehension, and then glared at him.

“I’m on vacation here,” as if apologizing, David said. “And this is Yulia, she is from Russia.”

Yulia smiled at David and nodded, picking up the phrase.

“I’m from Russia, I work in Roscosmos,” she smiled warmly at Debby and then caught two heavy looks on her face.

Dr Capri looked at her a little disappointed, and Jean-Pierre almost opened his mouth in amazement.

“Really?!” Jean-Pierre got turned on. “Roscosmos?! Tell me what’s going on here!” he looked at the doctor and seemed ready to attack him.

Dr Capri calmly looked into the Frenchman’s eyes and turned to Debby.

“My name is Dr Capri, you may call me Tulu-Manchi,” he held out his hand to Debby and shook it. “You’re feeling better now, there’s no doubt about it. And perhaps we should get to what’s going on here.”

He turned to Jean-Pierre, thought for a moment, choosing where to begin, and told him everything that had happened to him and Yulia in the last few days. He began with Kathmandu, how they had detected some incomprehensible signal, how they had figured out what the message was. He told how they had gone on a search with the military. How the meeting with David took place. The Englishman added to the doctor’s story how his cell phone went crazy and stunned him. Then Tulu-Manchi shared how they had all seen the plane crash together and how its tail section surprisingly slowly fell to the ground and the main hull disappeared in the sky. Dr Capri ended how they rushed with the military to the fallen wreckage, realizing that there might be people there.

“It all happened,” the doctor looked at Debby, “and we met you.”

“Yes,” Yulia said. “The signal we found at the observatory, David’s phone, the helicopter crash, and your plane crash,” looking at Debby, Yulia said. “It’s all the same thing. It’s all connected to a signal whose source is somewhere around here.”

David sat on the floor and shook his head, unable to understand how the signal made him come here. He thought of Yulia and the doctor trying to find the source of the anomaly, Debby and Jean-Pierre had not come here of their own free will, but he had come himself. He came here on purpose, and he didn’t understand why it was so important to him.

“Wow!” David said. “So this signal broke your helicopter, Jean-Pierre and Debby’s plane, and called me on my cell phone?” David raised his eyebrows.

“Yes,” a voice came from behind. “Better you are now. Leg will not pain.”

Debby looked through the people at the figure behind them. Bhrigu stepped closer and bowed to everyone.

“Who are you?” Debby asked in amazement.

“Your friend Bhrigu. I live here. You were very sick this morning. The lake to help you. The lake to help anyone who wants.”

He looked around at everyone with a smile.

“Ear,” looked at David, and said Bhrigu. “Fear,” he looked at Yulia. “Powerless,” he smiled at Jean-Pierre. “Your leg,” he said to Debby. “Not understanding,” Bhrigu said quietly to the doctor.

The doctor rounded his eyes and was about to say something, but Jean-Pierre beat him to it. He grabbed the hermit by the robe with a sharp movement and pulled him closer.

“You are saying that it was you who arranged all this madness.”

The hermit closed his eyes and smiled. Dr Capri rushed over to Jean-Pierre.

“Are you crazy, let him go!” shouted the doctor.

“But he…” Jean-Pierre didn’t have time to finish.

“He just wanted to say…” the doctor didn’t finish his sentence either, David interrupted him.

“But how does he know about my ear?”

Debby slowly walked over to the old man and looked at Jean-Pierre. He let go of the hermit. Everyone froze.

“Thank you, Bhrigu, for helping me. Tell me, how did the lake heal my leg?”

Bhrigu bowed again, first to Jean-Pierre and then to Debby.

“How?” he wondered. “I can show you,” he held his right hand up, as if holding an apple in it. “Strong need if exists, lake slake it,” he made a movement as if putting an object with his left hand into his right hand.

David stepped closer to the hermit and asked quietly:

“Are you talking about wish fulfillment?” he was breathing heavily with excitement.

Bhrigu smiled and looked at David with a smile, the way fathers look at their sons.

“Hey, damn you all! What’s going on here? What wishes, what lakes, what signals from Voyagers?” shaking his head, Jean-Pierre said loudly. “Have you all lost your minds? We need to get out of here immediately and look for heli.”

Jean-Pierre walked briskly toward the exit, David was still staring at Bhrigu expectantly.

“Jean-Pierre!” Debby shouted in his wake. But he didn’t answer.

Everyone looked at Bhrigu. And he smiled calmly and looked back at everyone.

Jean-Pierre entered the other hall of the cave and clenched his fists with tension and incomprehension.

“That’s it, I’ve had enough,” he said quietly to himself in French, “we have to get out of here. What are they up to?!”

He stared at the smoldering fire, exhaled loudly, and began to move toward the bundle of wood lying near the wall. He wanted to see what the weather conditions were now, and if they could find the remains of an airplane fuselage or maybe a military helicopter, but…

“What?” Jean-Pierre whispered, and his eyes darted around.

Part 2 – Chapter 27

“How’s that?” looking around, Jean-Pierre whispered near the blank wall of the cave. “Where is the exit?”

He looked around, but found no other passage than the one that led to the hall with the lake. He took a step back from the wall, then walked toward it again and began to move parallel to the wall by touch. He touched it with his hand to make sure of what he saw. The space was quite dim. He took a few more steps and went back to the logs. He picked up some dry twigs and threw them into the fire in the center of the hall. The fire quickly grew brighter. All the walls became clearly visible. Jean-Pierre looked them over carefully once more. The confusion was quickly replaced by anger. He walked in a circle, tapping his hand on the wall. When he reached the makeshift shelves, he kicked them off. The solid monolithic rock was all over the place.

“How could it be?” mimicking a grimace of incomprehension, Jean-Pierre thought.

“How could it be?” he said quietly, remembering the circumstances of last night.

“How could it be?” he shouted, rushing toward the lake.