Kyper Files 003 -- Where are we?

The pressure stopped and I felt like I was going to throw up. Kyper looked like mutiny was about to happen any second. His claws were lodged in the mesh of his carrier, his tail sticking straight up, twitching but rigid.

When I finally released the armrests, my arms floated.

Maybe it was an experimental transport. That was the thought that came first. But shouldn’t it have been over by now? There was no end to the feeling that something wasn’t right with the world. No attendant to ask. No window to look out of.

I thought about unbuckling and moving, about trying to reach the cockpit and ask what was going on. I didn’t. I wasn’t leaving Kyper.

The cat wasn’t scared. He was offended. I could hear him hissing quietly inside his carrier. There would be hell to pay when Kyper got out of there, and I had a bad feeling I knew exactly who would be scolded first for this indignity.

I didn’t know how long we were left like that. I did know it was taking longer than the “short trip” the people who hired me had implied. Kyper was growing more mutinous by the second, and I was bracing for a full revolt of the cat variety. There was nothing I could do for him with everything behaving the way it was.

Then it registered.

A paperclip someone must have dropped was hovering just above Kyper’s carrier.

Floating.

I plucked the paperclip out of the air, Kyper hissed at it. I dropped it… or tried. And failed. It stayed in the air.