Friday, November 9, 2012

Has Ageless Died And Gone To Heaven?

What shall we do now? says Gaius.

Spinoza's in there. Attract his attention, says Vello.

Arthur throws a rock through the window.

Spinoza looks out.

Goodbye, says Spinoza. I think we're about to move off.

Help us back in, says Vello. There's a good chap.

No, says Spinoza. I have already thought through the logic. I didn't interfere when you went out through the window. So I ought not to help you back in.

Inferior logic, says David. You have not taken into account the passing of time.

Yes I have, says Spinoza.  That's why I didn't get off.

At least call Stacey, says Vello. She'll let us in.

But Stacey is already there, inspecting the broken window.

She puts her head out gingerly.

I told you boys not to get off, she says.

Yes, yes, says Vello, but we did. In these sorts of circumstances, what generally happens?

These sorts of circumstances don't generally happen, says Stacey. But I can't let you back on. We're not at a station. Trains have regulations you know.

So we have to walk to the next station? says Arthur. Where's that?

Port Augusta, says Stacey. It actually isn't that far. And you have plenty of time because we'll have to wait here until someone comes out to mend the window.

It's outrageous! says David. We have THINGS on the train. Our bicycles.....can we have them?

Alright, says Stacey. I'll get the trainee to chuck them out at the back.

She looks down at the sad little party. She sees where they've thrown up in the dirt. Surely one bottle of retsina........?

Ageless in particular looks pathetic. It's a talent of his.

She relents, after all he is a lobster.

Hand Ageless up through the window, she says. There's no specific rule against that.

Lucky Ageless. Arthur lifts him up to be received by Stacey's gentle fingers, and her welcoming smile.

The rest of the party trudge to the back of the train to pick up the bikes.


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