the suitcases had to be x-rayed, the next hurdle to be overcome. Actually, everything should have come to an end here, Tyla thought to himself, but the officer in charge read Chris's suitcase through without any comment and so she landed on the vehicle that loaded the luggage into the belly of the plane.Tyla was almost bursting with curiosity and she would have loved to stick her head out of the dark, musty pocket, but the risk of being discovered at the last second was too great for her. So it stayed in the bag for the time being, only a little crack opened the zipper to sniff some fresh air. Physically and mentally, Tyla was completely exhausted. It seemed to her as if she didn't have a bit of energy left, which wasn't particularly surprising, after all, for weeks she had been feeding on nothing more than leftovers that Chris gave her out of pure goodness. In addition, she ran for hours and day after day, like a mentally ill person, after her master. Even at night she found no rest, because in this they sought cruel dreams, thoughts and feelings and gave her no chance to recover from the stresses of the day. Even at that moment, she was unable to close one eye, even though she could have died from fatigue."It all makes no sense! I'm a question, I can't save anyone like this, I probably won't even survive the flight. Hardly any oxygen, for days, weeks, no sound sleep and the drive is as if wiped away. Why does it all have to be so difficult? "Tyla muttered to herself, depressed. Of course she had long since buried the hope that someone would give her answers to her questions, but she had to talk, if only to herself, in order not to completely lose her mind. But this time that should change. Tyla was almost scared to death when the familiar, soft voice said:
"It is so difficult because you make it so complicated for yourself. Just approach the task with more trust and confidence. Believe in yourself and your strengths, then everything will be fine. Besides, you are never alone, because after all I see everything, why you belong too, of course. "
After recovering from the first shock, Tyla was deeply touched when he realized:"So you helped me after all. I knew it, I felt it. But what does that mean, I should trust myself, am I not?"
"Well this question is probably superfluous."
"Right," said Tyla, embarrassed.
"You just have to forget your worries. You have enough strength in you to cope with what you have set yourself."
"But I can't. I just can't forget and the fear of failure is eating me up, more and more."
"I know that and that's why I'm finally here to explain how things will continue. So far I have helped you as much as possible, but as soon as you have arrived in New York, I will no longer interfere with the action, then you are you are completely on your own. Make a note of this very carefully, even if it is not exactly constructive! "
"No, it really isn't. And unfortunately it doesn't take away my fear either."
"I am also aware of that, so I have one last present for you. The flight will take a few hours and you will sleep in that.I will give you a carefree sleep in which you can forget all your worries and regenerate. With the strength you gain from it, you can do it. However, do not forget that I cannot completely take your fear away from you, it lives in you and as long as you do not defeat it yourself, no one can take it away from you, as sorry as I am. Therefore, learn to believe in yourself as quickly as possible! But now you should sleep and relax, little Tyla. "
"But ... I still want ...", she whispered before closing her eyelids and all the tension fell from her.

She shook and shook, voices murmured in the distance and the musty smell of the suitcase rose into her sensitive nose. Tyla had awakened from her deep sleep and wanted nothing more than to finally get out of her self-chosen prison.
Everything seemed to have arrived at Chris grandmother's house, because little by little the voices became clearer what Tyla suspected to have arrived.She hadn't noticed how the plane had landed and she was put into the car with her suitcase, but it wasn't a shame either. She already had enough turbulence to endure, especially when Chris started up the stairs with his suitcase. The bag hit step by step and Tyla heard Chris' father scream:
"Chris, pick up the bag! You're breaking the wood."
Chris then only gave a sullen growl and the opening had an entertaining end. On the upper floor he opened a door, stepped through and slammed it behind him. He threw the bag listlessly on the bed and even he sat down next to her. Suddenly everything was very quiet and Tyla gathered all her courage. Hesitant and not the slightest bit convinced that she was doing the right thing, she scratched the inside of the bag to draw attention to herself. Chris lifted his head in shock and stared at his bag, but nothing happened.For a tiny moment he thought he had gone mad, but then the scratching started again. As if stung by a tarantula, the blond boy jumped up and grabbed his bag. With all his might he tore the zipper open, so violently that it broke and Tyla dug into one of his T-shirts, frightened.
Chris eyes widened and despite the happiness that he felt at that moment, the shock was so deep that he was speechless. Tyla, however, was not deterred by this. She crawled carefully out of her pocket and jumped onto Chris' lap. She was still very wobbly on her legs, almost like the day she woke up in the form of a small dog.
She would have loved to talk to Chris, but unfortunately he didn't understand her and although she knew that she insisted on speaking to him.
"I'm so happy to see you, Chris. Oh, if you could only understand me. I could explain everything to you."
The whining of the dog instantly brought Chris back to speech.Pressing his forefinger to his lips he hissed:
"Pss be quiet when papa hears you!"
Tyla was startled, she hadn't thought of that at all.
"What are you doing here? Above all, how did you get into this bag? It can't be right. Something is wrong here, I can feel it! Tyla disappears without a trace and you emerge from nowhere. You fly as a "black passenger" as far as New York and that in my tiny travel bag. So either I lose my mind completely or ..., or ... oh what do I know. "
Tyla's heart stopped for a brief moment, but when she realized that he hadn't discovered her secret after all, it kept beating as usual. Concern for her human self also seemed to affect her deeply. She looked into the eyes of the boy across from her with mixed feelings, but he already seemed to be ignoring her. To better express her confusion, she bowed her head to one side, but that didn't work on him either.He looked right past her. Even the little dog's hopping up and down did not divert its attention. Completely exhausted and loose ideas, Tyla finally gave up. She sat down next to him on the bed and, bored as well as disappointed, she followed his clouded gaze. He swept across the room and met ...
"Yes, there is the possibility. This photo is the same as mine. Our photo, but why this plaintive look? Does he miss me, after all, he is also worried about me, but he shouldn't be. What can I do?"
Her thoughtful gaze met the computer while he was roaming the room and at that very moment Tyla got the idea.
"That's how I do it, it would be laughable if I couldn't do it. Just wait until he goes down to dinner and then quickly send an e-mail. According to Chris' stories, dinner with his grandmother always takes an eternity, and when it does as it is, there should be enough time to tell him that I'm fine and where I am at the moment. "Tyla's inner laughter set in again and she forgot everything around her out of sheer joy about her "ingenious" plan.
It was hours, full of boredom and silence, before Chris was called to dinner by his grandmother. He said goodbye to Tyla briefly, told her again to keep quiet and then disappeared behind the closed door. With a huge dive she got to work. It was easy to use all the buttons and in no time the PC was up and the internet connection established. Truly it turned out to be difficult to use mouse and keyboard correctly, but Tyla mastered this difficulty with flying colors. The text that went to Chris was written quickly, after all, she had been working on it for hours. He gave a concise and concise account of what Chris needed to know about her, if not always completely truthfully.
The computer was just turning off and Tyla pressed the glowing button with her paw on the power strip when the door unexpectedly popped open.She hadn't heard anyone coming and it hadn't taken her too long, so it couldn't be Chris. Tyla had no choice, she jumped behind the chest of drawers next to the computer. Out of sheer tension, she held her breath and her heart beat faster and faster. The steps came inexorably closer and Tyla narrowed her eyes out of sheer fear. She covered her little head with her paws, as if she wanted to hide under them. Tyla prayed that she wouldn't be found, but suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a hand shot toward her. She grabbed the young bitch and pulled her out from behind the dresser.
"What were you doing there, Sira. Take a look at yourself, very dirty and cobwebs stuck everywhere."
Surprised, she opened her eyes and looked directly into Chris's face, who was beaming with satisfaction and was holding a plate full of leftovers in one hand and she in the other. He carefully put both on the floor and Tyla doesn't have to ponder long to guess that the plate full of delicacies was meant for her.Munching with satisfaction, she mentally stated:
"Is that delicious! We should have traveled to New York much earlier. His grandmother cooks great. Finally something decent to bite again. I can hardly believe my luck."
Up to the last crumb she had cleaned the plate and Chris was amazed at the cravings of his little friend.
Chris picked up the empty