Coming Towards You

Nuclear power plant, says Saint Méen. There are two reactors in Flamanville.

And a third on the way, says Sain Maclou.

Although I hear there has been a delay, says Saint Méen.

Yikes! says Belle. Is that what set your haloes buzzing?

O yes, says Saint Maclou. It happens. But you needn't worry.

Of course not, says Saint Méen. We won't be here long.

Is that because we'll die? asks Terence.

No, says Saint Maclou. What gave you that idea?

We won't be here long, says Terence.

I meant we'll be leaving as soon as we meet Arthur, says Saint Méen.

But you said radi....ator, says Terence

....ation! says the knowlesi. And we're smaller!

Yes, we're smaller, says Quiet-tartus. We're already affected! I feel symptoms.

Me too, says the knowlesi.

What are they? asks Terence.

We're turning green, says the knowlesi.

Do you want to switch to green plasters? asks Terence. 

No thanks, says the knowlesi. But let's go!

We should wait for Arthur, says Belle.

NO! says Quiet-tartus. If we go towards him, we'll save him from coming here.

He would love it, says Belle. But I guess we don't need to tell him.

All this fuss, says Saint Méen. People who live here only receive .01 millirems of radiation per year.

Millirems, says Terence. What...

Don't ask me, says Saint Maclou. I read it somewhere.

Are we going or what? asks the knowlesi.

Okay, says Belle. I'll just send a message to Arthur.

She messages: Coming towards you. Stay on the road.

Arthur receives the message, but does not think of replying.

However, he stays on the road.

Soon he is approaching Port-bail-sur-mer.

A small village with dunes on one side and grazing grass on the other, all inhabitants receiving the .01 millirems per year. Should this change, the inhabitants will be receiving a letter, so there is no need to worry.

It is 37 ks from Flamanville to Portbail.

Arthur, Belle and the saints should meet up in fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes later.

They haven't.