There's No Place Like Home
Countless hours of cornfields, trees, and eventually miles of road left Elliot with a heavy feeling of nostalgia as he shifted uncomfortably in the back of a modest, compact sedan. Cool, crisp air whipped his shaggy brown hair into a frenzy, but it lacked the distinctness of the good, clean, country air that Elliot had known. There was a missing element that made Elliot feel far from home; it was a distinct heaviness that lingered with each breath and added weight to his very soul.
Cow farts... Elliot gave a hearty chuckle and grew lightheaded. He felt a pressure upon his hand, firm but gently assuring. It was warm, comforting, and familiar - all elements that his surroundings clearly lacked. He drew in a deep breath and calmed down, realizing how tense and anxious he had grown. He shifted again in his seat to get comfortable and looked to his right at the passenger next to him, a kind woman named Charlotte whom he fondly called "Aunty C." She had a soft, comforting face and chocolate brown eyes that melted his pre-adolescent heart in a way that no other person had. While the long hours on the road had made Elliot's round face swell red and his chubby arms damp with sweat, there was barely even a single hair on Charlotte's head that was out of place. Though her malty eyes were wide and her grip was sturdy, her smile eased his mind and brought him back home again.
"How are you, Champ?" She crooned.
Elliot nodded and smiled, "I'm doing good, Aunty C." He replied with his nasally twang.
"You're doing well." She corrected with a Midwestern alto. "I know it's a long way to school, honey. Are you getting scared?"
Truth be told, Elliot was very nervous. He had sleepovers at the Doctor's office plenty of times before, but he was never away from home for long - especially this far from Ma and Pa. Ma was always prepared, though. She told him before he left that she had packed enough food to last him a whole year and told him all about how he's finally going to go to school and meet new friends, just like she did when she was young. A real school, finally. It made his heart dance.
"Ma said I'm gonna have my own room, just like home." Elliot said, avoiding the question.
Charlotte's eyes settled and her smile grew. "You will, sweetie. Your very own room."
Is she about to cry? The car hit a bump, causing Elliot to jerk forward and the seatbelt tighten around his waist. He felt his breath leaving him. Charlotte's hand gripped his tighter, shaking it to wake him out of his trance.
"Elliot, tell me about your room, sweetie."
Elliot blinked and shook his head. "My room...I want a big room with a giant bunk bed, just like in my book. And I want a desk because the school is gonna give me lots of homework. And a dresser 'cuz I need a place for all my clothes. Ma said they're gonna give me all my favorite food. But I dun' want their food, I want what she made me. Are you gonna come see me at my new school?"
"Elliot..." Charlotte began to say, but she looked ahead at the driver of the car who shook his head. Immediately, she cleared her throat. "I'm gonna come see you soon, sweetie."
"Good!" Elliot said, adding, "I'll tell them I want lots of board games so we can play."
Subject 2460I has been transported from his rural location to a new headquarters for observation. Subject has ultimately remained unaware of the reason for his transportation but is under the false pretense that he is traveling to a school. As the subject has never encountered a real school, it will be easy to maintain this charade in order to keep the subject docile.
Transport vehicle carrying Elliot Irving, Doctor Charlotte Fern, and two authorities arrived at 0134 in a Blue 2014 Honda Civic with a busted rear windshield and damage to the hood directly above the passenger wheel. Subject remained entirely unaware of the damage to the vehicle aside from a "scary bump" and a windy car ride. Manifestation of kinetic energy also rendered one of the authorities, Sgt. Alfonse, with minor contusions along his temple. Doctor Charlotte remains entirely unharmed.
Tensions grew as Subject arrived and was escorted beyond the gate, as Doctor Fern became hostile toward staff threatening the life to anyone who harms the subject. She was dealt with accordingly beyond the view of the subject.
After some preliminary examinations, subject was escorted to his quarters whereupon he requested two chocolate chip cookies and the book "James and the Giant Peach" by Roald Dahl before voluntarily falling unconscious. Subject stress level is elevated, but manageable.