Without knowing exactly where they were heading, except away from the hotel they crossed the long deserted Disneyland complex. Never seeing it deserted, and never seeing it at night, made everyone a little leery – everyone but Sam.
“It’s a small world after all.” He sang quietly at first. “It’s a small world after all.” Then a little bit louder he continued, “It’s a small world after all. It’s a small, small world!”
“Great voice Sam,” his Dad encouraged. “Love your attitude, son. Maybe we should keep it down until we know we’re safe.”
“OK Dad.” Sam said with a grin.
Colby wondered where they should go next. Would it be any benefit to search the California Adventure? He thought, I wonder if we can get through the main gate. Maybe if we can find a deserted car that runs? I suppose the parking lot might be the best place to look.
Just then his Blackberry rang. He had an email. “This thing is working now! What great luck. Kids, it’s from your parents.”
“What is it Taylor? Aren’t you excited?”
“Sure, but we need to go hide. Right now.”
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. “Kids” Colby once again whispered, “into Space Mountain.” and they ran into the opening and the darker darkness. “Hold onto each others hands.” Colby whispered again. “We’re going to go deeper. Everybody has somebody? I’ll squeeze this hand, you squeeze the next, when your hand is squeezed, squeeze the one next to you.” He squeezed. “Did everyone feel a squeeze?”
“Yes,” all four answered quietly.
“Good, let’s find a corner to get around. It will give us someplace to run if we see lights coming.” They made their way slowly up the ramp in the darkness. After what seemed like a few minutes of climbing in the dark, Colby stopped them. “Does this seem good to everyone?” He was hoping to hear something from one of the boys.
“We’re safe here,” Taylor said. “For now.”
“I guess I can check out that email.” The light from the Blackberry illuminated the area. The kids huddled together, waiting the news.
“The last time you guys drove to Disneyland, do you remember where you drove your first day?” Colby asked Taylor.
“I can’t remember,” Taylor responded. “Is it important?”
“I think you’re parents were concerned the email would be intercepted.” He looked directly at his niece and nephew. “Your mom found your Dad and Reggie. They’re safe. They tell us to flee Los Angles as soon as we can. They’ll meet us at the place you drove to the last time you were down here.”