So, I basically decided to imagine how the course of the 2011 Tintin movie would occur if I inserted my OC Malina into the fray. This was just a new idea that I decided to try out for a change. I just wanted to do this for a change. So um, I hope you like reading this story!

So relax, and enjoy!

(Malina's side)

The first thing that Malina did this morning was leap right out of bed and stared out the window of her country home. Today seemed like a good day to go to town and enjoy the sights. It had been almost a few months since she had moved in after retiring from her services as an experienced pilot. She had done so many things to serve in the Belgian Royal Force.

But now that she retired from service, Malina still tried to adjust to normal life. There wouldn't have to be any more adventures from that moment on.

For now...

Malina then stared out at the fields from within her upstairs bedroom. The sky was clear and blue outside. It was good as any other day. "Hmmm, I think I may go to town and enjoy myself a little," she muttered. Malina then went straight to her wardrobe and searched for something to wear for the day. Finally, she settled on a pretty white button-up shirt, along with a light blue cardigan sweater. She then slipped into a green and white polka-dotted skirt and white socks. Malina wasn't a fan of outfits like these. But she wanted to get herself back into normalcy anyway.

"Well, you're up awful early," Hanna said as she saw Malina tie her black Oxford shoes. "Are you going somewhere?" "I just wanted to go explore the town, to clear my mind," Malina told her sister. "But it's still a little early," Hanna yawned, fidgeting a little in her pink nightgown. "You sure you want to go to town?" "Trust me, I just want to get out and enjoy myself for a change," Malina told her. "I just want to fit in like a normal woman."

"Okay, suit yourself," Hanna said, rubbing her eyes. "I'm gonna go read for a while." She then disappeared back into her room as Malina went downstairs.

"Morning, Aunt Jenny!" Malina called from upstairs. "Oh, Malina! You're up and about, I see," Jenny said as Malina pulled out a chair in the dining room. Jenny then turned to the stove, where there was a pair of eggs frying and in desperate need of being flipped over. Malina then took a spatula and lifted two pancakes from the platter that held them. "There you go, sweetie," Jenny said as she dutifully delivered the eggs to Malina's plate.

As Malina began to eat, Jenny poured herself a cup of tea and prepared her toast, along with fruit and jelly marmalade to pair with it. "So, any plans for today, little raven?" Jenny asked as she quietly sipped her tea. "I was thinking of heading to downtown Brussels today, maybe to check the town out," Malina said as she poured molasses over her pancakes. She then cut up the pancakes into little, triangle-shaped pieces. "Oh, is that so?" Jenny asked. "Well, I do have some important news for you to share. I think you may want to hear about it." She then scooped up a swab of marmalade with her toast and bit into it.

"What's the important news?" Malina asked, chewing the eggs.

"Your sister has to head to England to be a representative at a youth writers' curriculum in London, and on top of that, we have to head to Spain for the Booksellers and Crafting festival in San Gibraltar," Jenny had told her. "We'll be gone for about two weeks, starting tomorrow." "What does that mean?" Malina asked as she poured more tea into her cup. "That means I'll be leaving you in charge of the house while we're gone," Jenny told Malina.

"I'm in charge?" Malina asked. "Why, of all the people in the world, would you let me take charge of the house?" "Because, you proved yourself to be the toughest woman back in your army days, and that could pay off for protecting the house," Jenny said as she wiped the crumbs off her plate with her napkin. "And I would trust you in making sure this house stays safe."

"No problem, Aunt Jenny," Malina said, finally finishing off the last few morsels of her breakfast. She then got up to put her plate away. "Here, I can take your plate, aunt," Malina said as she dutifully picked up Jenny's plate and delivered the plates to the sink. "Oh, thank you!" Jenny said. "Such a nice lady, you are."

...

Some time later in the afternoon, Malina finally grabbed her black leather jacket and stepped out the door, with Jenny standing by the doorway. "Have fun in town, little raven!" Jenny said as Malina gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Stay safe now!" "I will!" Malina called out as soon as she was running toward the bus stop two blocks down. "I'll be fine on my own! No need to worry about a thing!"

Malina sat down on the copper bench as she began waiting for the bus to take her to Brussels. She then reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a watch suspended by a silver necklace chain. "Hmm, should be arriving any time now," Malina mumbled.

As if on cue, a small bus had arrived. "Number 55 to Brussels!" The driver had shouted. Malina smiled and walked inside the bus, seating herself by the window near the left of the bus. As the bus had departed from Antwerp, Malina could only stare as the bus had sped past grassy cornfields and rolling hills. It felt good to finally breathe the air. But more importantly, Malina wanted to get used to city life and fit in. But the bus ride would be so long.

...

"Last stop, Brussels! Anyone gettin' off?"

Late in the afternoon, the bus had finally arrived in Brussels.

Malina heard the cry and instantly pulled on the string overhead, signaling for the driver to stop. The bus then slowly halted to a stop near a copper bench at Labrador Street. "Thank you very much, sir," Malina told the driver as she got off. But she could not get off until she paid him a tip, giving him five small euros in exchange for the trip. "Just a little something for you," she whispered to the driver. "Thanks, lassie," the driver said as Malina finally got off the bus. Waving goodbye to the driver, Malina took a second to admire her surroundings.

But this city was so big! Where could she go to start her day? "Hmmm...where, oh where, shall I ever start for the day?" Malina wondered aloud to herself. She just could not decide where to go to explore. There were so many stores, shops, just anywhere to go! As Malina was wandering around, slowly pausing to stare through the window of a local bookstore, she then noticed the reflection of the flea market downtown. Malina smiled.

"Maybe I'll go check out the flea market a little," Malina told herself. She then stared at a local cafe nearby, and stared back at the downtown market. After two minute, it was the same. "Hmmm," she muttered. "But first, maybe I'll go for a light cup of hot chocolate, maybe a biscuit or two."

Malina checked her pocketbook and took out her wallet. She counted a few coins. Perfect.

Malina then slipped her wallet into her jacket and proceeded to walk to the cafe. But it was not long before she had bumped headlong into somebody. Then, she found herself falling to the street.

"Ow!" Malina exclaimed, rubbing her arms. "Hey! Watch out, you—!"

"No, no. I should be the one apologizing..."

"Well, you're the one who—what?"

Malina then rubbed her eyes a little and found whom she had collided into. She found herself staring at a young man a little below her age. He was dressed neatly, wearing a light blue pullover over a white button-up shirt. He wore brown trousers with brownish black socks, and brown leather Oxford shoes, along with a beige-colored trench coat. But what was most unusual about him was his hair. He had lacelike ginger colored hair, with a small triangular tuft of it it sticking up, with a small swish that it almost looked like a tiny ocean wave. A tiny white, fluffy fox terrier was pouncing around the two, barking crazily.

"Oh dear...Here, let me help you up, miss," the man said, reluctantly offering his hand.

"No need, I can help myself," Malina said, waving him off. The man tried to get her hand, but Malina kept shooing him away. "I said I can help myself!" Malina exclaimed. The young man felt Malina's fingers digging through his leg as she grabbed his leg and pulled herself up.

"Arg..." Malina said, dusting off the dirt on her skirt. She then grabbed a hanky from her pocketbook and hastily wiped her skirt.

"I am so sorry," the man had told her. "I did not look where I was going. Anything damaged?" "No, just a wee stain on my jumper," Malina told him. "Maybe you could use another set of eyes on your forehead."

And just like that, Malina hastily took off and left the man standing, dumbfounded at what she had said. The dog slowly gave out a small woof. The man then shook his head and took off in the opposite direction.

Malina then stepped inside the cafe and ordered a cup of hot chocolate, along with a ham and cheese bagel sandwich. As Malina sat by window sipping her drink, she could not help but feel a twinge of sympathy for that man. "Why did I have to tell him I didn't need help?" Malina wondered aloud. "He was just being a gentleman, that's all. Maybe I'm just struggling to socialize." Malina then grabbed her bagel sandwich and began munching on it.

(Tintin's side)

Tintin was still feeling a little dazed about that woman she had run into. Why didn't he look where he had just gone? And that woman didn't even bother to receive his help? What a day!

"She thinks I need another set of eyes?" Tintin had asked Snowy. "Clearly, she did not see me coming. So I guess that can also apply to her." Snowy gave Tintin a rather sarcastic woof.

Tintin was now walking through the streets when he spotted tow familiar detectives strolling by.

"Ah, Tintin," Thompson had said, greeting the familiar reporter standing before. "Quite a surprise seeing you in these parts." "Well," Tintin said, smiling, "if it isn't you fellow detectives—" "Thompson," Thompson said. "And Thomson!" Thomson had added in. "What brings you two here?" Tintin asked.

Without any warning, the Thompsons had pulled out their canes and brought Tintin forth. "Hush now!" Thompson whispered. "We're on assignment." "Aye. We're on an important case," Thomson added. "Oh? And what kind of case is it?" Tintin had asked. "Pickpockets," Thompson said. "They're now at an all-time high." "Precisely. They're on the rise," Thomson had said. "Aye. And I trust you're working on the case?" Thompson asked Tintin.

"Actually, I was just going to the library to complete an article," Tintin said. "But right now, I'm not on the case yet."

"Nonsense!" Thompson said. "You surely can't be saying that!" "Absolutely not!" Thomson said. "A fine reporter like you be out there in the field. He should not sitting at home like you are now."

Tintin sighed. "Thompson, Thomson," Tintin had said. "I do not think you're quite understanding what I'm saying." "Of course! How can you not be out there searchin' for stories?" Thompson asked. "Precisely. You shouldn't be sitting in your own home. Isn't that right, Thompson?" "Of course," Thompson replied.

Tintin shook his head. "But I've been home. For three months," Tintin had told them, "and there's nothing going on." He then took a look at the sky and breathed heavily. "How can I call myself a reporter...if there isn't any new stories to chase?" Snowy then yawned a little. "I know, Snowy. It's been long since our last story," Tintin muttered to his little dog.

"Oh, poppycock," Thompson said. "But that isn't no reason to complain. You should be able to find a story sooner or later. But you can't waste it complainin'." "To be precise, not finding a new story isn't a reason to feel down. You got to find it!" Thomson said. "True!" Thompson added. That gave Tintin a small twinge of hope. He smiled a little. The Thompsons may not always be the smartest duo in the bunch, but at least they knew how make one feel better.

"Thanks, you two," Tintin had told the Thompsons. "Somehow I knew you two would make me feel good." He then stared all around as the sun was slowly moving across the sky.

"I think I must go now," Tintin told the Thompsons. "I need to work on my article. Right now." "Aye, of course! You go on ahead!" Thompson said. "Important to keep an eye on your work!" "Precisely, you must get your articles done," Thomson said. As they proceeded to leave, Tintin waved goodbye to them. "And don't forget to watch your step, you two!" Tintin called out to them, smiling as he said this.

"Will do!" Thompson said. But it wasn't that long before the Thompsons found themselves tripping on the curb and falling into a puddle. Yes, they were the best detectives ever.

Tintin and Snowy both continued to walk through the town until they had reached the library. Walking past the many patrons who were buzzing in and out of each aisle of books, Tintin began pulling out various books from different shelves and carried them to a nearby desk with a typewriter on top. Setting the books down on the desk, Tintin had sat down and pulled out several sheets of blank paper. He dutifully inserted a sheet into the typewriter. Before Tintin was about to work, he began to think about that girl he bumped into that afternoon. Huh. She seemed friendly, but a little stubborn. But she is a rather interesting character though, Tintin thought. She does seem like a rather friendly one. Maybe...

Tintin then shook his head and sighed. Then, just like any other reporter, Tintin started typing away at the typewriter, immediately forgetting what had happened earlier. Snowy then paced around Tintin's legs and finally laid down. A normal, typical day at the library.