Destined to Play, Feel, Fly Trilogy

by Indigo Bloome

  My fingers tremble with the realisation that I finally have access to technology again. I quickly dial my home number before anything else happens to disrupt me and take a deep breath in an attempt to compose myself for the conversation.

  ‘Hello?’ A groggy voice answers.

  ‘Hi, Robert, it’s me. Did I wake you?’

  ‘Alex, hi…well, it’s pretty early in the morning.’

  ‘Oh, so the kids are asleep.’ Disappointment washes over me.

  ‘Yeah, of course. School doesn’t start till the sun comes up.’ I can hear his sleepy smile. ‘How are you?’

  ‘Oh, ah, I’m good. I just really wanted to talk to them, say hi, you know…’

  ‘You don’t want me to wake them, do you? They’ve been getting your text messages. Sounds like you’ve been really busy.’

  ‘Oh, well, yes, I have I suppose.’ I’ve been sending messages? How convenient. ‘Sorry I haven’t called.’

  ‘Are you okay, you sound funny.’

  I can’t help the tears sliding down my face. ‘I’m okay, just busy and tired. Are you all okay?’

  ‘Yeah, we’re fine. Jordan’s started a new group project at school so we had a few of his mates over, and Elizabeth has been practising for her school concert. She’s taking it very seriously, of course.’

  My heart swells with the normality of his words; I feel I could stay listening to him talk about their activities forever. A knock on the door indicates that my time must be over.

  ‘Oh, Robert, sorry to interrupt, I need to go. I have, er, another meeting now. Sorry I can’t talk longer. Please tell them I love them so much and give them a huge hug and kiss for me as soon as they wake up.’

  ‘Of course. Are you sure you’re fine, you don’t sound it?’

  I straighten my shoulders to affirm to myself that I am, particularly as I know they are safe and sound, sleeping in their beds. Josef stands by my side.

  ‘Yes, just a little tired. Love to you all. I’ll call again soon. ’Bye.’ I press end and reluctantly put the phone in Josef’s waiting palm, attempting to quickly wipe the tears streaming down my face. I want to speak to Jeremy but suddenly realise that I don’t know his mobile number by heart. I’m only used to dialling it from my phone’s address book. In any case, I suspect that now is not the time to make another call. Josef still appears worried about his uncle’s visitors.

  ‘Thank you, Josef,’ I say softly, acknowledging the risk he has taken in ensuring my safety and peace of mind. He takes my hand and leads me out of the room to the kitchen table to eat. The goulash is hearty and delicious as I realise it’s the heaviest meal I’ve had in my stomach for days. I feel full and suddenly weary with the weight of everything that has occurred since I stepped off the plane in London.

  After the food, Josef gives me a moment to freshen up before ushering me outside and towards a car.

  His uncle has given him some water, bread and fruit for our journey, which I’m assuming may be long, and I thank him for his hospitality. I can only hope he doesn’t suffer any repercussions from harbouring us in his home. He hugs me as if he is my uncle and hands me a blanket to keep me warm. He can barely speak any English, but his body language is kind and engaging. I rub my stomach to indicate how much I enjoyed his home-style cooking which triggers a giant grin on his face. I think it is the first time I’ve had such a heartfelt smile for at least a week. Josef bundles me into the passenger seat while he takes the driver’s seat. I fasten my seat belt and lay the blanket over my body. I could ask questions, but exhaustion is settling into my bones and along with a full belly, I feel like I could easily drift off to sleep. He is focussed and silent as we drive off into the unknown darkness of the night.

  Jeremy

  It has been days since we received any signal from Alexa’s bracelet, but I can’t bring myself to leave this part of Europe. My rational brain understands that she must be…dead — the word is still difficult even in my thoughts — but my instinct tells me I’m missing something, something obvious as if it is right under my nose, and that’s probably because her body has simply vanished. How the hell do you destroy a family and tell children their mother has died and they’ll never lay eyes on her again? This has been ripping me apart for the last two days. Since Martin’s arrival, I finally convinced Sam to check in with the other members of the forum and glean any further information. Apparently Dr Lauren Bertrand made other commitments the second the forum was postponed. Professor Schindler from Germany was still keen to catch up with Sam on some of his recent work so they’ve decided to meet up in London with the other two members from the United Kingdom on an informal basis. I have the feeling he was almost relieved to be leaving me to go back to the world he knows and, of course, to take his mind off the predicament we face here.

  Salina has been very patient in accompanying me to retrace our steps since our arrival in Ljubljana. Or should I say Martin has assigned Salina to me to ensure I don’t cause undue trouble. I just know something is fundamentally askew.

  Martin has had one of his men stationed at the chateau since just after his arrival here, and he has reported that it seems to have been abandoned. I insisted on returning there myself and we searched the surrounding gardens and looked through the windows. I even climbed a trellis against the wall to peer into the next floor’s windows, and almost came crashing down, much to Salina and Martin’s horror. I doubt they’ll let me be too involved in any further action now — but there was no sign of life anywhere. It felt wrong, as if everyone had to pack up and leave quickly, unexpectedly.

  I had the same hunch when we returned to the hospital in Lake Bled. It was still operating, of course, but none of the staff who were on duty the night Alexa’s body was discovered were on duty when we returned, and no one could say when those others would be rostered on next. It’s as if everyone who was involved in Alexa’s disappearance has undertaken a code of silence or, literally, vanished into thin air. Each path we tried to venture down was blocked, or simply petered out. Martin was becoming as frustrated as me.

  The only positive link we’ve made is between our forum member Lauren Bertrand and Madeleine Jurilique, the European Managing Director of Xsade. They made a number of phone calls to each other over the past few months and attended a Swiss finishing school together in their youth. Unable to discover whether their relationship is significant or not, Martin sent one of each of his men to track the two women down and source more information. Apparently this has proved a more difficult task than we first thought. We are still awaiting updates.

  It has been hard to work out exactly what we should do, but there is no way I am going to give up, and I won’t until my heart stops beating.

  It’s now just Martin, Salina and myself who are left, drinking short blacks in a cafe in Ljubljana, not wanting to leave any stone unturned just in case we find a trace or hint of anything, but with each passing hour I become more despondent. As they sit absorbed in some documents that have just come through I excuse myself and walk outdoors to call Lionel McKinnon — our Chair — and advise him that Alexandra will no longer be involved in the forum in any capacity, but I can’t bring myself to tell him what happened. It still feels too raw and somehow premature. Perhaps I’m living in complete denial.

  I continue walking around the cobbled streets in a semi-daze, not really noticing the last of the sun shining through the clouds as my thoughts rush through my brain, unabated. Even if she were alive, under no circumstances would I condone Alexa being involved in any further experimentation. I always thought Alexa was exceptional, but even I was shocked by the results of the experiment I persuaded her to undertake.

  Our weekend together somehow triggered an unusual sequence of events that overly stimulated her nervous system, resulting in her neuroendocrine cells releasing spontaneous surges of adrenaline. This, combined with the secretion of pituitary hormones into her bloodstream, seemed to enable Alexa’s levels of serotonin and oxytocin to unexpectedly peak at the sam
e time that her neural pathways were showing heightened activity. These irregular and unusual findings boded well for our work on depression but most significant of all were the results of her blood tests at Avalon. Alexa’s red blood cell antigens stemming from an allele — essentially an alternative form of gene with distinct DNA coding that can be passed on from parent to child — showed particularly unique characteristics. Never in a million years would I have thought that her blood would uncover a previously undiscovered self-healing agent. I always guessed as much but now I have absolutely proven she is truly an enigma.

  This instantly became so much bigger than a cure for depression. The worst-case scenario would simply mean that she had an almost unique blood type; the best-case scenario is that her blood could potentially be used to fight cancerous cells. Unfortunately, the best-case scenario for humanity is the one that places her in the highest category of personal danger. When our computers were hacked into, I needed to come up with a plan to let people believe that all type AB blood had the same characteristics that we discovered in Alexa’s, without providing the specific details. If the truth were discovered…well, maybe it was, which is why they have her and I don’t.

  I wanted to explain it to her in person, after Ed Applegate, my research partner, and I had spent more time analysing the details of these peculiar results. The more I discovered, the greater the risk in talking to her over the phone or via email, particularly after the continued hackings. I just couldn’t take the chance. I decided to present some of the results in Zurich to distract other scientists and researchers from her direct involvement, ensuring publicity and casting the net wide to include volunteers with an AB blood grouping. This had been a successful strategy, or so I thought at the time. Obviously, there was at least one company who had illegal access to our results and decided to go straight to the source, Alexa.

  If only I’d followed my gut instinct in the first place we would never be in this horrendous mess, but I couldn’t get that blackmail letter out of my mind. My self-loathing is absolute. If I had never re-entered her life, she would be a mother happily looking after her children, untouched by these recent horrors. I’ve been attempting to keep myself preoccupied, distracted, hoping that I’ll wake up and find that this is a nightmare.

  I know I must try calling Robert again, something I’ve been putting off for too long because it is just too hard to form the words in my head, much less say them out loud. I dial and try to temper the emotion welling up inside me. Knowing I can no longer avoid the inevitable, I take a deep breath as the phone rings.

  ‘Robert, hi, it’s Jeremy.’ My tone is flat, neutral.

  ‘Jeremy. Well, what a surprise. It seems to be the day for everyone to call.’

  ‘Everyone? What do you mean?’

  ‘I just spoke to Alex a while ago and now here you are, too.’ It takes a moment for his words to register.

  ‘What, are you serious? You just spoke to AB? How, when — she —’

  ‘Slow down, Jeremy, is everything all right over there? Alex sounded a little weird and I’ve never heard you like this, what’s going on?’

  ‘You are one hundred per cent sure you spoke to Alex?’

  ‘Sure, I —’

  I interrupt him, my pulse racing. ‘Can you tell me exactly when?’

  There is a pause, and there are little voices in the background. It sounds like one of the kids is talking to him. I struggle to contain my impatience. ‘Please, Robert, I can’t tell you how important this is.’

  ‘You’re not with her?’

  ‘It’s a long story that I can’t go into right now, but no, I’m not with her. How long ago?’

  ‘About an hour or so.’

  ‘And she was okay? You’re sure it was her?’

  ‘Who else would it be? Of course it was her.’ He sounds a little indignant, understandably so, I suppose. ‘She sounded tired but she was really just asking after the kids.’ Hope and relief and love flood through my body simultaneously.

  ‘Oh, my god, Robert. I can’t thank you enough. I need to go, I’m sorry, I’ll call you when I can.’ I hang up and race back to the cafe, interrupting Martin and Salina’s conversation.

  ‘Martin, what’s the latest on Alexa’s bracelet, any signal?’

  ‘Why, what’s happened?’ Sensing my urgency, he immediately flicks through the screens open on his laptop. ‘You know we haven’t had a signal for days.’

  ‘We might have a signal now. Robert just spoke to her an hour ago.’ I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice, it’s flooded with hope. ‘I don’t know if she’s still wearing it, but it sounds like she’s very much alive.’ I restlessly pace the room waiting for what feels like an eternity until the system finally kicks into gear.

  ‘You’re right, Jeremy. There, she is back on the grid, there she is…’

  I can’t believe what I’m seeing and neither can Martin. We stare transfixed at the screen. Salina lets out a loud sigh. The release of our pent-up stress and tension is as instantaneous as it is spontaneous and the three of us embrace with firm hugs and claps on the back. My lungs feel like they can breathe again, like my heart has been resuscitated. Martin returns his focus to the screen as the signal zones in on a more accurate location. She is in Croatia, heading towards Split. I’m so absorbed in staring at the map, I jump when my phone rings.

  ‘Quinn here.’

  ‘Dr Quinn? Dr Jeremy Quinn?’ A lightly-accented male voice.

  ‘Yes, speaking, who is this?’

  ‘My name is Dr Josef Votrubec.’ I become instantly suspicious. It only takes me a spilt second to recognise his name from the hospital in Bled.

  ‘Do you have Alexa?’

  ‘That is what I’m calling about. I do, I helped her escape —’

  ‘Is she okay, when can I see her?’ I’m so overwhelmed by sudden news, I’m shaking. Relief penetrates every pore in my skin. Martin insists I hand over the phone to him so he can make arrangements. I’ve lost the plot. I can only hope that Dr Votrubec is true to his word and that my Alexa is unharmed. The last thing we need now is another wild goose chase and by the serious tone of Martin’s voice on the phone, he’ll be taking no chances.

  Alexa

  When I wake, it’s still dark, but I sense the sun is not too far from creeping over the horizon. I glance toward Josef, who looks weary but content.

  ‘Where are we going, Josef? It looks like you’ve been driving for a while.’ I try to stretch out as much as possible in my seat.

  ‘I have, but I wanted to make sure we weren’t followed so I took the coast road. We’re heading towards Dubrovnik and we’ll stop there.’

  ‘Have you heard from anyone?’

  ‘I’ve heard that they have been searching for you all night. They can’t raise too many alarm bells, given your unusual arrival at the chateau and the facility.’ He glances toward me and hands me a bottle of water. ‘It wouldn’t have taken them too long to work out it was me who helped you escape.’

  ‘What will happen to you now?’

  ‘Well, I guess I’ll be looking for another job,’ he says with a nervous chuckle.

  I take a sip of water and regard him thoughtfully. ‘Why did you do it? Why did you risk everything for me?’

  ‘There are a few bad people in Xsade. Plenty of good ones also, but the bad ones seem to have more power in the company at the moment and they are willing to do and risk anything to have their way. I cannot work for an organisation I no longer trust or for people who are willing to endanger the lives of others. I know you signed an agreement and that is what I think we should work with. But when they didn’t achieve the results they were hoping for the scientists wanted to do more tests, tests you hadn’t agreed to. This is totally against my personal values and was the end for me. I knew I had to resign, but my conscience wouldn’t allow me to leave you there. I could only hope that you would trust me enough to escape with me.’

  I sit quietly for a while, trying to absorb his words and und
erstand the risks he has taken on my behalf as I stare out toward the dramatic coastline becoming visible in the growing light. ‘Thank you, Josef. I’m not sure how I can repay you.’

  ‘After all you have been through, Alexandra, please don’t think you ever have to repay me. I only wish you never had to be involved in the first place.’

  ‘Josef, who were those people we saw on the way out of the facility?’ I ask gently, unsure as to how he’ll respond even though we are alone.

  ‘They are people from Eastern Europe who are willing to be paid to try the drugs Xsade is testing.’

  ‘Is it safe?’

  ‘Some are safer than others. They are willing to risk their bodies to try to improve their quality of life and the lives of their children. Xsade pays them and provides them with accommodation. Some testing is worse than others, but drugs do have to be tested on humans at some stage. How else would they get to market?’

  I think about how we stumbled upon drugs for HIV, chemotherapy… Then more specifically for women, the contraceptive pill, the IUD and now hormone-infused implants, among other things; how readily we accept chemical solutions to manipulate our natural hormonal cycles. Someone has to test them; indeed, many people trial new drugs. Now I’ve become one of those people. I can’t help but wonder whether the success of Xsade’s purple pill will depend on women’s willingness to alter their personal chemistry for the sake of a few sexually aroused hours or days? I suppose I just did exactly that. I physically shudder the thought away.

  ‘The people you saw were being sorted by their blood group. Hungarians have the highest proportion of AB blood in the world so they were called in as a back-up plan when you refused to give Xsade your blood.’

  ‘Oh, I see.’ Jeez, that has to be a little concerning doesn’t it? My brain can’t accommodate the different tangents that this conversation is triggering right at this moment. So I deliberately change topics.