It was now Friday the 20th of July and I had seen my fair share of what Grey 5-Volt was doing to the boys. I've been surprised that on any of those occasions, the real 5-Volt hasn't been there to rescue them, which leaves me with a few ideas with who Grey 5-Volt really could be, but I wasn't ready to come to a conclusion just yet. What concerned me the most, more than Grey 5-Volt, is the fact that I had received nothing back from the guards, penning in the journal. Typically, they would always reply to me on the same day or on the next but not usually skip a day and then reply. Something in the back of my mind was telling me to give them one more day and so I would wait until Saturday and then write if I received nothing.

For the Volts and all other school children, it was the last day of their school year today and then they would actually be on summer holidays for slightly over a month. The last day came with end of year celebrations but then there was also the dreaded exam to see if you were going to graduate to the next grade or repeat the current grade when you came back to school the following year. I really can't say how the Volts went on this one, I wasn't there and I don't like making assumptions. The only assumption I will make is that the Volts are relieved that school is finally over for the 2017/2018 school year.

Later that night, I did a count of all the cash I had and I had just come to realisation that I almost had none of Dribble and Spitz's cash left, so I'd really be in the deep end by the time Saturday came. Somehow, despite the disappointing blow on Tuesday, I was still able to display my carefree Aussie larrikin character, even still talking to myself.

Karla: "Grr, the cash is almost out! What's the use being awake so late if you have nothing to do? Might as well just fall asleep, pray to God, and hope some luck comes your way tomorrow". 

Indeed there was bound to be some sheer luck...

Games evening at 9-Volt's house went a bit longer than expected as no one had to get up for school the next day, so 5-Volt wasn't as strict on 9-Volt's bed time and in-fact, she even got involved in some of the delicacies herself. But as all things must come to an end, so did the games night, with 18-Volt being sent home. I was still in the same place, at least being very thankful that a nasty local or even a nasty authority hadn't come to kick me out of the area, who knows when that would happen... Maybe it would if I stayed there any longer.

Now 18-Volt's mum is known to be a social butterfly and somewhat of a party animal, so she'd be away from home until the early hours of the morning and his dad also didn't care what he did for more than half the time... So basically, 18-Volt had the house to himself. On the way to his house, 18-Volt looked over to the grassy patch where I was camped out and decided to have a closer look.

18-Volt: "I've gotta be quiet",

he whispered to himself, then giving a sigh as he tried prying my suitcase open to see what I had brought with me. Right on the top was my dream journal, which he decided to actually take with him into the house in-order to have a sticky beak into my business.

About an hour later, 18-Volt came back out of his house with his bottom lip curled outwards into a pouting position. He then came over to the trees and bent down, crouching over me, putting one of his hands on my upwards facing shoulder and resting it there for a few seconds. Then after giving a quiet sigh, he got back up and proceeded to actually start shifting the two suitcases into his living room. The second time he came out was to grab me and take me in. Once again he bobbed down, then carefully sliding both his arms underneath me and delicately cradling me as he carried me into the house, slowly sliding me onto one of the couches in the living room, being sure still not to wake me. Then he brought blankets to wrap me in, finally taking himself to bed after that.

He thought to himself,

18-Volt: "I wanna end the night with some more gaming and some cool music!"

but then his conscience had taken over, prompting him to consider the effect it would have on me, currently asleep.

18-Volt: "Eh, maybe I shouldn't play the loud music tonight. I'll just do some gaming with the door shut".

A couple more hours had passed and 18-Volt's mum wasn't home and his dad was already asleep.

18-Volt: "I wonder why mom's not home yet", in-fact she had a last minute planned sleepover with some of her friends that 18-Volt wasn't made aware of

18-Volt: "I'd better get some sleep 'cause I've gotta talk to that girl tomorrow. I don't wanna be tired and grumpy".

It was morning but it was still dark. I had been woken from a dream but it wasn't a noise or any other distraction from anyone. Rather, it was just an urge to go to the bathroom. After taking a short while to snap out of my REM state, I notice that the environment I'm in does not match the environment I fell asleep in.

Karla: "Is this in someone's house? And I'm wrapped in a blanket with no shoes and socks on".

I did forget to mention previously that 18-Volt took the courtesy to also remove my shoes and socks and place them far away from any public place in the house, the scent must have been bad for him too.

Still, I was unaware that this was 18-Volt's house and so I tried moving my head around as much as I could to get a glimpse of my darkened surroundings. I couldn't see any distinguishable features inside the house but when I looked out through a window I was facing, there were the two trees I was camping under.

Karla: "Hang on a minute, I was just there... And now I'm here... Actually inside the house I was sleeping next to earlier in the night... But how on Earth did I get in here and what's up with this blanket?".

Despite the effort that 18-Volt had put into wrapping me up, I had to go to the bathroom and so had to wrestle with the blanket to get it off me.

Once I sat up, I thought to myself

Karla: "I should do a reality check",

so I looked down to count my fingers and confirmed that there were five of them on each hand.

Karla: "Okay... So I'm not dreaming. I guess the person living in this house must have discovered me and taken me in; but they'd have to be pretty strong to carry such a weight and not wake me up while doing it".

Sitting up, I then turned my head around to see what I could see; still, no distinguishable features to tell me who the host was.

Karla: "Eh, let's just try and find this bathroom. Since I don't want to wake anyone, I'll just keep on opening doors until I find the right room".

The first door I opened in the small hallway,

Karla (whispering): "A spare storage room... Okay".

And then to the second door where I could here someone snoring. "Who's that?", I thought to myself. Still, I didn't want to wake anyone and so I found the strength to resist the temptation, shutting that door and trying more rooms. The next door I decided to go to was located at the end of the hallway and indeed this was the bathroom; third time lucky. Then back I went to the couch, standing next to it and brainstorming a way to wrap myself up so it was like before I got up... I figured it couldn't be done. So I just slid myself under a messed up blanket and fell back asleep.