Slowly, Coco came back to life, sitting up, and replying to Jamie's questions.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm good now."
"Are you feeling sick, dizzy?"
"Nope," Coco said, her voice sounding like a croak. She tried to shift her body on the ground, but grimaced, and relaxed back. She lightly placed her hand on her thigh.
   Looking concerned, Jamie opened her mouth, to say something else, but Coco interrupted.
   "Where are we?"
   Jamie sat silently for a couple moments.
   "I don't know."
   The crashing waves echoed around the cliff. Coco shifted, her body clearly not back to normal after being drugged. Or maybe it was the thing Jamie had done to wake her up. She sighed quietly, hoping that she had not made another mistake in waking Coco up.
   A sudden burst of urgency and fear ran through her, followed by a bit of despair. She thought of that one last look she had taken of Mr. Forkle, bound, as she ran away.
   Who knew, maybe the bad people had already found him, and were on her trail. It wouldn't be that hard to figure out where she had gone.
   And she didn't know how long until the evil people came to find her, and capture her and Coco once more.
   "Do you have a phone?" Coco asked lamely. "So we can call for help?" Jamie's silence answered the question.
   Coco sat up, biting her lip. Her muscles moved jerkingly, after so much disuse.
   "Jamie," Coco said seriously, looking into her eyes. In the back of her mind, Jamie thought of the mean names Coco had made up for her at the barbecue. It was liberating in a way. It made Jamie feel respected for the first time in that whole dreadful night. The words that followed, however, extinguished that good feeling, and rekindled the desperation.
   "What are we gonna do?"
   Jamie looked downwards, her mind scolding itself for every minute she spent thinking.
   "I'm going to get help for us," she mumbled, unsure of her words.
   She'd just do what she had done to wake up Coco. Send a thought or message into someone's mind.
   She reached out into the cold air, but there was nothing. Of course—they were probably miles from the closest town. Maybe more. Maybe they were on an undiscovered island, in the middle of the ocean.
She slumped back.
Coco looked up at her. "What's the plan?"
"I was going to contact someone, but we're too far."
"Contact? How?" The girl laying on the rocks asked.
Jamie froze. What should she say? How much did Coco know? For all Jamie knew, her neighbour knew much more than her after being kidnapped by the evil organization.
   "By sending a thought to them, like I did to wake you up."
   There was nothing but the sound of the waves. Coco closed her eyes for long enough that Jamie wondered if the other girl had fallen asleep.
   Finally, Coco replied. "Honestly, I'm not surprised," the girl's voice was ragged, but filled with determination. "So, can it get us out of here?"
   Jamie's heart sunk. She had began to feel worried that Coco wouldn't believe her, that she had forgotten—with or without her friend's trust—it wasn't gonna work.
   But then, she thought of something.
   A memory.
   She'd been four, and her mom had taken her to the big mall. They'd headed to the clothing store, and naturally little Jamie wanted to play hide-and-seek among the racks of clothes. She had lost her mom. Jamie recalled wandering, calling for her mom. But she couldn't find her mother. Then, she had yelled for someone to help her find her mother. Immediately, four customers and one of the store's staff members rushed to her.
   In no time, they had located her mom, and they were back together.
   So maybe that was what Jamie had to try. Calling out for help, rather than trying to find someone.
   "I hope it can," Jamie answered, after a long pause. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining her mind flattened out, and spreading all over. Mustering all the energy from her tired muscles, she screamed mentally, her voice echoing around the inside of her head, before shooting out.
HELP! Please come save me and my friend!
   Once the message was gone, she felt an odd heaviness in her core. She felt exhausted.
   Laying down next to Coco, she shut her eyes. It would take help a little while to get there. She could close her eyes and rest.
Hiss. Whoosh.
Jamie could not believe her eyes, as a flying unicorn landed beside her and her friend, its hooves clapping on the rocky cliff, sending pebbles skittering over the edge.
She almost forgot about the danger they were in, and let herself gaze at the majestic creature that she couldn't believe was standing in front of her.
Jamie paused and blinked, rubbing her eyes. It couldn't be possible.
But then she heard a loud gasp from Coco, her wide eyes focused on the sparkly winged horse.
"Is that a unicorn?" Coco asked.
"I... I don't know." She was about to say more, when a voice echoed inside her head. It sounded strange. Muffled and as if it had pierced her brain, and injected the words.
JAMIE! JAMIE! JAMIE!
Jamie's mouth opened in shock. It was strange that there was a winged unicorn standing over her, but even weirder that now there was a voice she did not recognize, saying her name exuberantly in her mind, and it seemed to be coming from the unicorn thing.
And now, coming to think of it, she did recognize the winged horse. She had had a dream of being the flying horse only a week or so earlier.
She shoved herself out of her own thoughts, reminding herself that there was an emergency. Coco was exhausted, and had just come out of being sedated heavily. Not to mention all the injuries she had not yet addressed. She needed to get the other girl to medical help, and get off of the cliff before the hooded people came back.
And it seemed that somehow, when she had called for help, this flying horse had taken it upon itself to come rescue her.
There was no time to lose. Jamie hopped up, and grabbed Coco under the arms, beginning to drag her towards their rescuer.
The horse looked at Coco in Jamie's arms, and sent a word into Jamie's brain.
Friend?
Yes. Jamie reached out into the unicorn's brain, and put the thought there.
Hurt?
Yes.
With that, the sparkly horse bent down, and Jamie tried several times to get Coco onto its back. Finally, she managed to mount her friend to her satisfaction. Meanwhile, Coco occasionally made noises of pain, and grimaced often.
Now, Jamie was going to try to get up herself.
She had only ever rode a horse once before, and that time, both her parents, an assistant at the stables, a bench to stand on, and a fence had been there to help her.
Now, she was going to try to mount behind Coco, without so much as a stirrup to put her foot it. Oh and there was a steep cliff about two metres away.
She grabbed onto the wings tucked tightly on its back, and onto its neck, attempting to haul herself up.
But suddenly, the horse was opening its wings, sending her urgent thoughts in a flurry.
There was an arm around her waist pulling her off the flying horse, and she watched as it flew away without her, Coco screaming her name.
She felt a cold piece of black cloth wrap around her, and the scent of sweet sedatives in her nose.

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