Oh No ...Bump!

Are we there yet? asks Terence.

Not yet, says Arthur. 

When are we? asks Terence.

Soon, says Arthur. 

Can I go for a walk down the train? asks Terence.

Okay, says Arthur. Which way will you go? 

That way, says Terence, pointing back to where he was sitting before he sat here.

He goes off in that direction.

Arthur starts thinking about Barcelona.

He had not thought much about it before.

How will he do this?

Last time he was in Barcelona he wasn't in charge of Terence.

He could go where he pleased.

Nightclubbing, visiting seedy bars in Las Ramblas.

But he can't take Terence there.

What if he dropped Terence off somewhere?

In fact he could take Terence straight to the Sagrada Familia, find a safe spot, and leave him there overnight. It's his home after all. Or it was.

Terence meanwhile has walked back to the kid with the ipad.

The seat beside him is still empty.

Where've you been? asks the kid.

Getting away from you, says Terence.

So how come you came back? asks the kid.

Because, says Terence.

Where's your parrot drone? asks the kid.

Good question.Where is she?

Terence looks up and down the train.

Maybe she got captured, says the kid.

She'd get away, says Terence.

What if she couldn't? says the kid.

I would know, says Terence. She'd send me a message.

How? asks the kid. Has she got her own phone?

No, says Terence. She'd have to borrow someone's.

And then what? asks the kid. Have you got your own phone?

No, says Terence. She'd phone Arthur.

Does she know his number? asks the kid.

No, she doesn't. And this kid is still heaps annoying.

Maybe even more heaps annoying than before.

I'll find her myself, says Terence.

He marches off down the train, and oh no!...

...bumps into the ticket inspector.

Guess Baby

Finish your drink, says Arthur. Then we'll go and find different seats on the train.

Okay, says Terence. 

He slurps his drink noisily.

You can have my seat if you like, says the man. I'm going to the bar carriage.

Arthur looks around for the ticket inspector.

He is nowhere in sight.

Thanks, says Arthur.

The man gets up and goes off.

Arthur sits down.

Phew! says Terence.

Why phew? asks Arthur.

That man was trying to guess who we're going to rescue, says Terence.

Prong told me, says Arthur. That's why I came back.

He was getting warmer, says Terence. 

How warm? asks Arthur.

He guessed it was a toy, says Terence.

It is a toy, says Arthur.

It's not BEING a toy, says Terence. It's being a baby.

He'd never guess baby, says Arthur.

No, says Terence. He couldn't. After he said toy I changed the game.

What to? asks Arthur.

Cannot But Be, says Terence.

That was risky, says Arthur.

No it wasn't. He didn't know how to play it, says Terence.

He would have soon learnt, says Athur.

And then what? asks Terence.

What does baby start with? asks Arthur.

E, says Terence,

It might end with E, says Arthur, But it starts with B and has a B in the middle, 

Yikes! says Terence.

Exactly, says Arthur. 

I could have asked the wrong question, says Terence.

Turns out you couldn't, says Arthur. If you thought baby started with E.

What if it was a trick question? asks Terence.

Like what? asks Arthur.

Terence thinks.

What if there was an E baby with a bee in the middle? says Terence.

You would never have asked that, says Arthur.

I just did, says Terence.

But you didn't know about the B in the middle, says Arthur.

Who says? says Terence. I'm going to ask the man when he comes back.

Don't do that, says Arthur.

Why? asks Terence.

It's too close to what he was trying to guess, says Arthur. 

That's not why, says Terence.

Why then? asks Arthur.

Because you think I don't know the answer, says Terence.

Cannot but baby? says Arthur.

Cannot but ee baby, says Terence. But ee, get it?

Arthur doesn't answer.

Not because he doesn't get it.

But he's had enough.

A Fortuitous Return

Prong whirrs off to tell Arthur to hurry.

Terence remains in his seat next to the man.

Is it an animal? asks the man.

No, says Terence.

Vegetable? asks the man.

Why would we rescue a vegetable? asks Terence.

Are you sure it's not an animal? asks the man.

It looks like an animal, says Terence.

It's a TOY! says the man.

This is close to being correct but it isn't.

At least Terence thinks that it isn't. 

Wrong, says Terence.

But close? says the man.

A bit close, says Terence.

Where is Arthur?

We should play a different game, says Terence.

As your parrot advised, says the man. 

Yes, says Terence. How about Cannot But Be?

I don't think I know Cannot But Be, says the man.

I'll teach you, says Terence. It's easy.

Go on then, says the man. 

He doesn't really care to play Cannot But Be.

Where is Arthur?

I ask a question, says Terence. And you say Cannot But Be something starting with B.

Can I have an example? asks the man.

Yes, says Terence. What if there are two bees in a box?

Cannot But Be two bees in a box? says the man.

That's the long answer, says Terence.

What's the short answer? asks the man.

Cannot But Bees! says Terence.

So it doesn't have to make sense, says the man.

Why? asks Terence.

It's your game, says the man. You tell me why.

Terence is trying to think of an answer to why Cannot But Be doesn't have to make sense when every time he has played it it has, when, fortunately...

Arthur comes back.

Stop! says Terence.

Arthur has already stopped. 

I was going to pinch your leg if you walked past, says Terence.

Then I would have kept walking, says Arthur, and you wouldn't have got this red drink.

Yay! A red sports drink.

Glad you're back, says the man.

Me too, says Terence. 

He pops the top of his drink and sucks noisily.

Arthur remains standing.

Wasps Whirr What?

Meanwhile on the earlier train, Terence is still sitting next to the man.

Arthur has not yet returned.

Want me to go and find him? asks Prong.

Okay, says Terence. Tell him I'm sitting next to a man.

The same man he sat next to, says the man. He should remember where I am.

Okay, says Prong. 

She flies up from Terence's shoulder and switches to drone mode.

Buzz-buzz.

Drones don't usually buzz, says the man.

What do they do? asks Terence.

They whirr, says the man.

Were what? asks Terence.

Whirr like a swarm of wasps, says the man.

That's wasp drones, says Terence. She's a parrot drone.

Makes sense, says the man. You wouldn't send wasp drones on a rescue mission.

No I wouldn't, says Terence. They might sting it.

It? says the man.

You know what, says Terence.

No I don't, says the man. 

Have a guess, says Terence.

An injured parrot, says the man.

He has been imagining that Terence and Arthur and the drone parrot might be going to rescue an injured parrot.

Now Terence imagines it too.

Yikes! If it was an injured parrot, and Prong turned up, the Virgin might want to keep Prong as a replacement. 

Not correct, says Terence. It's nothing like a parrot.

There's a clue, says the man. 

That's not a clue, says Terence.

A general sort of clue, says the man. So it isn't a bird.

Correct, says Terence. It isn't.

But the man is getting warmer. 

Terence hopes Arthur comes back soon.

Instead it is Prong who comes back.

Buzz-buzz, says Prong. Arthur's in the bar carriage.

Is he getting me something? asks Terence.

It didn't look like it, says Prong. 

Go back and tell him to hurry up, says Terence. Before this man guesses who we're going to rescue.

Why is he guessing? asks Prong.

It's just a game, says Terence, but he's getting warmer.

Play something different, says Prong.

Okay, says Terence. You go and get Arthur. And try to sound more like a wasp.

Don't they buzz?  asks Prong.

No, they whirr, says the man.

Were what? wonders Prong.

Ignoring The Hole

 Sweezus and Sartre return to their seats on the train.

The Imposter? says Sartre.

Okay, says Sweezus. I shouldn't have said it.

On the contrary, says Sartre. It's a very good title. I may use it.

But it's kind of ambiguous, says Sweezus.

All the better says Sartre. Who is the imposter? You, me or the bear?

You can't mention the bear, says Sweezus. 

I know that, says Sartre. And I didn't. It was you.

Those two won't remember, says Sweezus. Or they'll think it's a code name.

Let us hope so, says Sartre. 

He picks up his ipad and starts typing:

Something happened in the bar carriage. My companion nearly gave the game away. A couple approached us, recognised us and asked for a link to my blog. They too did not like the title, Existence precedes Essence. My companion suggested I should call it The Imposter. At first I thought he was referring to me. But he was referring to the one we are going to Barcelona to rescue. Now there are two strangers who  know the nature of the Imposter, but not the location. 

He is proud of this entry. He will show it to Sweezus.

He nudges Sweezus.

Shit! says Sweezus. I blasted a hole in the back wall.

Your goats will escape, says Sartre. Was it my fault?

You nudged me, says Sweezus. What do you think so far? Ignoring the hole.

Sartre looks at the Minecraft goat pen. It looks boxy.

It looks boxy, says Sartre. But apart from the hole it seems functional.

I'm making a grass patch in the centre, says Sweezus, and a composting area.

Fancy, says Sartre. Would you like to see my next entry?

Yeah okay, says Sweezus. 

He reads what Sartre has written.

That's good, says Sweezus. You used my title. And ramped up the mystery.

Without mentioning the bear, says Sartre.

And the two strangers'll know who they are, says Sweezus. And they'll tell their friends, and you'll get heaps more readers.

I must tell Simone, says Sartre. 

Trains Have Ears

Sartre and Sweezus are still in the bar carriage, drinking beer.

Which may be unwise.

Trains have ears.

Or so Sartre is telling Sweezus.

I know, says Sweezus. but it's not like we're talking about the rescue.

Or who we're to rescue, says Sartre.

Or what with, says Sweezus.

Ears prick up.

Not the train's ears, but the ears of a couple nearby.

They have watched the Tour de France on tv and recognised Sweezus.

Excusez-moi, says the man. 

No worries, says Sweezus. 

Aren't you the captain of Team Condor? asks the man.

Yeah, says Sweezus. How did you know?

We saw you on the tv, says the man. 

And you too, says the woman, looking directly at Sartre.

I was not in it, says Sartre.

Yes you were, says the woman. In Team Philosophe.

That was not me, says Sartre.

Pardon, says the woman. You look like one of those guys.

Which one? asks Sartre.

If it wasn't you, it doesn't matter, says the woman.

I was in Team Existentialiste years ago, says Sartre. Perhaps you know me from then?

Team Existentialiste? says the man. Are you.... Jean Paul Sartre?

I am, says Sartre. 

Do you still ride a bike? asks the woman.

Rarely, says Sartre. But I'm taking a bike to Barcelona.

We both are, says Sweezus. 

To rescue someone? asks the man.

I think it's meant to be a secret, says the woman.

So they were listening!

I shall be blogging it, says Sartre. In fact I've already begun. You can follow me, if you wish to.

Super! says the woman. What's it called?

There'll  be a link in Velosophy, says Sweezus. 

Yes but what's it called? asks the woman.

Existence precedes Essence, says Sartre. 

Maybe you should call it Rescue In Barcelona, suggests the man.

Or The Secret Mission, says the woman.

Or The Imposter, says Sweezus. How about that?

Sartre looks at him, severely.

Not you , says Sweezus. The bear.

The man and woman look at one another.

Quoi? Are they planning to rescue a bear?

Busted Eating A Crisp On The Phone

Sweezus and Sartre are in the bar carriage. 

Eating crisps, drinking beer.

Sartre gets a phone call.

Alors? says Sartre.

Have you begun blogging? asks Simone.

Oui, mon amour, answers Sartre.

I don't see it anywhere, says Simone. What's it called?

I'll send you a link, says Sartre.

He fumbles with his phone.

Is that Simone? asks Sweezus. 

It is, says Sartre. She wants to read what I've written.

Yeah, good plan, says Sweezus. See what she thinks of the title.

She won't like it, says Sartre, but she'll like the first paragraph.

About you paying for the bike spaces, says Sweezus.

Perhaps not that part, says Sartre.

Got it, ma chérie? asks Sartre.

Got it, says Simone. Existence precedes Essence. Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure, says Sartre.

It's your decision, says Simone. But aren't you planning to rescue a bear?

I'm not supposed to mention it yet, says Sartre.

I understand that, mon petit, says Simone. But what has essence got to do with it?

My essence has everything to do with it, says Sartre. The action of rescuing , indeed the series of actions leading up to the rescue, and the rescue itself, constitute what I make of myself.

It's not all about you, says Simone.

I know that, ma chou, says Sartre. Have you read any further? You'll see that I mention the young man who is travelling with me. 

Sweezus, yes, I know, says Simone. But I see you have paid for his bike space.

A courtesy, says Sartre. He is giving me useful advice.

Is he looking over your shoulder? asks Simone. You won't like that.

He has been playing Minecraft, says Sartre. He is making a pen for his goats.

That should keep him occupied, says Simone. What's that sound? Like crunching.

We're in the bar carriage, says Sartre. I am eating a crisp.

Don't eat too many, says Simone. You know how salty they are.

I know, says Sartre. And I do appreciate your opinion.

I know that, my love, says Simone.

The call ends.

What did she think? asks Sweezus.

Many things, says Sartre. 

Like what? asks Sweezus.

She doesn't like the title, she thinks I think everything's all about me. I pointed out that you have equal billing and she pointed out that I'd paid for your bike space.

She's a sharp one, says Sweezus.

She is, says Sartre.

I'll get the next round, says Sweezus. More crisps?

D'accord, says Sartre.