Terence scoops up the knucklebones, and catches up to Alexander-Red-Hook.
Have you ever TRIED? asks Terence.
Tried what? asks Alexander-Red-Hook.
To fly, says Terence.
No I haven't, says Alexander-Red-Hook. Not in the air, anyway.
What in? asks Terence.
Water, says Alexander-Red-Hook.
This is promising.
If water, why not the sky?
He fails to ask if she succeeded.
They arrive at Lauren's shop.
Gaius and Victor are standing outside.
Hello, says Terence. Is it over?
It's in progress, says Gaius. That's why we're standing outside.
Terence looks at Alexander-Red-Hook.
We're standing outside, says Terence.
Whatever for? asks Alexander-Red-Hook.
You misunderstand, says Victor. But that's just as well.
Hum. What? Yes, says Gaius. That is just as well.
We don't think so, says Alexander-Red-Hook. Is something happening in there?
Yes, says Gaius. We're waiting for the all clear.
Terence isn't waiting. He stands on tiptoes and looks through the shop window.
Beyond the knick knacks he sees Lauren making funny hand movements.
He sees Kierkegaard's feet. And Kierkegaard's board shorts, which have been tossed to the floor.
He also sees, in a jam jar, on the table, the small fish ( unlucky).
It's eyes goggle.
You shouldn't have looked in, says Gaius. But as you have, you now understand why we're waiting.
Terence doesn't. Grown ups are weird.
What did you see? whispers Alexander-Red-Hook.
Our fish! says Terence. Remember?
I do, says Alexander-Red-Hook. It came in with the sea water.
It's still there, says Terence. And it looks really SCARED.
It might not be scared, says Alexander-Red-Hook. It might just be hungry.
No, it wants to go home, says Terence.
Let me see, says Alexander-Red-Hook.
Terence lifts her, so she can see for herself the small fish (unlucky).
The small fish (unlucky) sees Alexander-Red-Hook, through the window.
Her!
He must let her see that he no longer wants to live in the jam jar.
He leaps out of the jam jar, which is (as he knows) lidless.
He lands on the table. Water drops splatter.
Kierkegaard scrambles to his feet.
Assesses the situation.
Pulls on his board shorts.
You know I hadn't quite finished, says Lauren.
Life must be lived forwards, says Kierkegaard.
He opens the door.
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