Chapter 9: Upcoming Mission

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the rest of the day. Simon was still trying to figure out what Cheyenne was talking about. Why would her dream bother Jeanette? He, Jeanette, Alvin, and Brittany all got home.

"I just got news from your training site," Claire told them as they walked in, "you four are going on a mission to save Theodore and Eleanor."

"That's great!" Brittany cheered.

"I can't wait to kick Viper butt!" Alvin smiled and placed his fist in his palm.

"When are we going?" Simon asked. He was eager to try out his sword.

"We don't know yet. They'll tell us when they're sure," Claire stated. She had a concerned look in her eyes. She and Dave knew that the four chipmunks would face incredible danger. Zoe accompanying them didn't help much.

"But we are going?" Jeanette wanted to confirm.

"Yes."

The rest of the night was pretty quiet. Dave was working late, and with Theodore and Eleanor not there, the house was especially quiet.

Jeanette received a text from Cheyenne on her chipmunk sized basic phone, an Intensity II. A basic, no touch screen phone was what she had wanted. She liked complex things to train her mind, but when it comes to cellular devices, you tend to want something easy to use. Jeanette did. The text said: 'Hey. Sorry for acting strange today. Can I let you in on a secret?'

Jeanette texted back: 'Sure. What's up?'

In 30 seconds, she received a text from Cheyenne: 'I think I'm psychic. Do you remember when we were betting on that one football game and I guessed the outcome of the game so accurately?'

Jeanette sent: 'Yeah. The one Alvin got trampled on? I remember it.'

Another text from Cheyenne said: 'Do you believe me? You know that I could name lots of other times where stuff like this has happened and I predicted it.'

Jeanette responded by sending: 'You have no reason to lie, so yes, I believe you. Being psychic bothers you?'

Cheyenne answered by sending: 'No. My latest vision was awful! I was worried about how you'd react if I told you.'

Jeanette's thumbs flew across the keypad of her phone, typing: 'You can tell me. You're like the third sister I never had (excluding me, of course. I mean a grand total of four Chipettes). In other words, you're like the fourth Chipette I wish we had.'

She received a text from Cheyenne, and it said: 'I foresaw the hospital Simon was in. Alvin was incredibly angry; Brittany was trying to mend your seemingly broken heart. You were in tears, and you were holding Simon's glasses. You sobbed so much in that vision. I couldn't stand it! Alvin said that we were back at square one, so I think Simon will be hospitalized again. I am so sorry!'

Jeanette nearly dropped her phone. Simon was going to the hospital again? Unthinkable! Yet, Cheyenne was usually scary accurate, and now she knew why. She responded by slowly typing: 'You have nothing to be sorry for. What else did you see? Please, tell me. What was his condition?'

The fearful texts did not cease. Cheyenne sent: 'I don't know why he was hospitalized, but you kept claiming it was your fault and I insisted it was mine.'

Jeanette wrapped her mind around this. Simon was going to be hospitalized, no one knows why, and either she or her best friend caused it? What kind of madness was going on? She typed: 'Is that all?'

The response she got was: 'Yes.'

"Jeanette? Are you okay?" Simon's voice asked as he knocked on the bedroom door.

"I'm fine," she lied. She immediately wanted to make up for it, but wanted Cheyenne's consent. She texted: 'Should I tell him?"

She received from Cheyenne: 'Do what you want, but I don't know what will prevent what."

"Actually, Simon, could you come in here? I-I have some potentially bad news," Jeanette requested.

"Um, okay," Simon obliged and opened the door. He got up on Jeanette's bed, where she laid. "What's wrong?"

"Read this text conversation between Cheyenne and I. I think you're in danger," she told him. Her eyes were full of sadness, fear, and concern. She wrapped her arms around one of his.

After reading the texts over, he gasped, but said, "I can see why you're worried, but please don't. Jeanette, we have too much on our hands to worry about this."

"But Simon, I want to know you'll be okay," Jeanette protested. Simon leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. They broke the kiss, and Jeanette's lavender eyes suddenly filled with understanding. She wasn't totally reassured, but just enough to drop the subject.

"Simon and Jeanette, are you two in there?" Claire's voice asked as she knocked on the door.

"Yes," Simon answered.

"Okay, good. Then I guess I don't need to tell you that I want you in bed in a half hour. Good night."

"Good night," both the Chipmunk and Chipette said. They looked at each other and rubbed noses.

"Good night, Simon," Jeanette said to him.

"Good night, Jeanette," he said to her. He got into his own bed.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Alvin was watching a hockey game on TV. Brittany was reading a fashion magazine, and Claire was reading Abe Lincoln: Vampire Slayer. Dave walked in the door. He greeted, "Hey, guys. What's going on?"

"Hey, honey," Claire greeted, absorbed in the book she was reading.

"Did you hear they made that into a movie?"

"They did? We have got to see it!"

"Nothing interesting is going on, Dave," Brittany said. She looked up from her magazine because he was blocking the light. "Oh, yeah, the rescue mission is coming up."

Judging by her bored attitude that was hiding her sadness, Dave guessed that she lost the election, so he didn't bring it up. "Are you nervous?"

"Only for the team I'm rooting for. It's a tie game with not much time left! Come on! He's wide open! Pass the stinking puck to him!" Alvin yelled at the TV.

"Alvin, Simon and Jeanette are reading in bed or trying to sleep. Please keep it down," Claire requested.

"I thought you'd be watching football or baseball," Dave commented.

"Eh, I vary," Alvin simply responded.