Aug 05, 2009 15:52
Chris found himself in the arrival chamber in a sprawl of limbs, the car seat he'd been seated on just moments earlier seeming to have vanished from under him. The car itself was missing too, for that matter. He sat up abruptly, clearly panicked. He calmed quickly though, relieved to no longer have a van on his tail. He was still nervous, but at least he didn't have to worry about driving anymore.
“Boss?” he called tentatively, after sitting on the floor for a few moments. “Ray?” he tried, after receiving no reply before. His voice was slightly higher that time, panic creeping back into it. “...Dickie? I think I've just seen a nice sheep you might like.” His voice was higher still that time, and even a response from Dickie Fingers would have been more than welcomed. Of course, there was not reply and Chris scrambled to his feet, glancing wildly around the chamber for a way out.
“Oh, God...” he moaned, slumping slightly against the door. “I hope I haven't killed us. I wanted to go to the flicks with Ray this weekend. No chance of that if I've gone and snuffed it.”
And missing out on the flicks was looking to be the least of his worries. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago he'd been teasing Dickie with Ray and anticipating a well earned pint at the Railway Arms.
{ gene hunt,
{ chris skelton