* HAHAHAHA... HA... ha... ha.... I don't know how many of your noticed this, but being tickled by a feather isn't actually that... well... ticklish.*
Naw) What?! You are able to resist?! Aaaagh! Hey, you lot, go bother the others while I try to sort this out. Mutter, mumble, mutter...
Meanwhile...
(We are in the middle of London and the gang is staggering out of a green Volvo that looks as if it has seen better days.)
Phoebe) Italics... remind me never to let you drive again.
Italics) Well, Volvo's were never really my thing. I'd've much preferred the Ford, or maybe the Toyota.
Phoebe) ... Face it, Italics, you can't drive.
Italics) Well, I got us here, didn't I?
Hope) Yes, but with more bruises than skin.
Glory) It wasn't that bad.
Hope) I never thought I'd see the day that you, of all people, would be defending Italics.
Phoebe) Please don't start another argument! C'mon, we need to find this woman who can help us.
Italics) She should be living at number 23... 20, 21, 22, 23! This one.
(Phoebe knocks on the door.)
Voice) (From inside the house) I'm coming!
(The door opens to reveal a woman with shoulder length black hair, green eyes, high cheekbones, and pale skin. She is wearing a rather clingy red dress. Phoebe looks rather unnerved and Italics blown away)
Italics) Er... hey....
Phoebe) Hi, Tim told us to come here...?
Woman) Oh yes, Tim. Well, please come in.
Italics) Er, um,... canIkissyou??
(Embarrassed silence)
Woman) I beg your pardon...?
(Phoebe does a 'give me strength' look)
Phoebe) Excuse us for a moment.
(Phoebe drags Italics away from the door and there is a loud slapping sound followed by a yelp)
Phoebe) ... and that should teach you to have better manners!
(Phoebe and Italics come back. Italics is rubbing his right cheek)
Phoebe) I'm sorry, madam.
Woman) Not at all! Oh, and please call be Rosalind.
Phoebe) Well, Rosalind, as I said, Tim sent us here because he said you could help us.
Rosalind) And why do you need help?
Glory) We're fleeing from the government.
(Rosalind looks at Glory with mild surprise, then back at Phoebe)
Rosalind) Ah. I see. Well, come in then.
(Everyone goes in. The door closes behind them)
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(Oh, ****)
