[It's been a while since the night Prefect spent in the boot of the car in the middle of the crossroads. Jack had let him drive after that. They travelled aimlessly without incident, taking turns to take the wheel, stopping occasionally when either one of them felt like it. The demon hadn't bothered to keep any particular track of where they ( Read more... )

Jack Your Firm's Name Here's car was not the sort of car that needed a lot of maintenance. Whether that was due to its nature or Jack's nature or something else entirely was up for debate, but either way, Jack and Prefect had not needed to stop for anything for a very long time. They'd rolled on, stopping because they felt like it and never ( Read more... )

[So Prefect is remembering more and more things that maybe made the imaginary reality where they just hung out in the house and ate porridge, progressively more appealing than real reality, where Jack was apparently never going to let him drive, and therefore was never going to stop their constant soundtrack of classic rock hits ( Read more... )

It had almost been a year. He had sold nothing, given nothing away; the journey back to the abandoned house had been long, but Jack had made it anyway. He had hitch-hiked - hitch-hiked for God's sake - until there were no more cars, and then he had just walked. He didn't need to sleep, he didn't have to eat and he couldn't think what else to do. ( Read more... )

[Prefect wonders idly as he slowly presses his foot further down on the accelerator, if there is actually a speed limit here. For miles and miles and miles there's been nothing but wide open desert, with the one road they've been driving along stretching on seemingly endlessly. Normally, the open space would appeal to him, the lack of ( Read more... )

[It's raining. I mean, it's fucking throwing it down raining. The kind of scary insane torrential rain that typhoons are made of, and in that spirit? It's getting harder and harder to see through the windscreen. Prefect isn't driving, he's getting more and more agitated by this fact ( Read more... )

[Jack crouches back on his haunches and stares out at the wide brown river. It's the kind of river that looks like it should have boys floating their way down it on rafts, nearly being crushed by slow-moving paddle steamers ( Read more... )

[Jack's not let Prefect drive in days. Jack will get tired, and Prefect will offer to take over, and Jack just slowly takes the key out of the ignition, tucks it into his pocket, and makes it completely clear that Prefect is not allowed to take the wheel again. So Prefect just sits there, staring out the window. On the plus side, he was now ( Read more... )

[Jack's been driving for hours now, through the dark pine forests of the foothills of a dark range of mountains that had appeared on the horizon soon after they'd left Mr. Ellesmere's. His shoulders are hunched, his neck is taut, and his eyes are starting to blur. His teeth are involuntarily clenched ( Read more... )

Forty miles to Mr Ellesmere's Palace of Wax ( Read more... )