Dark Side

Terence is fretting about Gloopy, who he left on the bus.

I'll make a call to lost property, says Gaius.

Now? asks Terence.

Not now, says Gaius. He won't have been handed in yet.

What if no one hands him in? asks Terence.

Then you must resign yourself to his loss, says Gaius. And remember to look on the bright side. He was already dead.

Okay, says Terence. What's the bright side?

That was the bright side, says Gaius.

So what's the dark side? asks Terence.

Why don't you ask Arthur, says Gaius.

Terence stands up in his seat and looks over at Arthur.

Arthur, says Terence.

What? says Arthur. 

What's the dark side? asks Terence.

The dark side of what? asks Arthur.

Of the bright side, says Terence.

The opposite, says Arthur.

Terence thinks about this. If the bright side is that Gloopy is dead and the dark side is the opposite...

No way! says Terence. It would be GOOD if Gloopy was alive.

The dark side can be good, says Arthur.

He picks at a scab. Ouch! It feels like there might still be glass in it.

It might fester, and pop out by itself in a day or two....

The bright side of a dark side. Or the opposite.

Marion. 

They get off the bus. It's twenty minutes till the bus leaves for Victor Harbor.

If you hurry, says Gaius, you'll have time to find a chemist and buy a thermometer. Take my credit card.

Arthur takes it and goes into the shopping mall to look for a chemist.

He returns ten minutes later with a thermometer.

Good man, says Gaius. Where's the receipt?

But Arthur seems to have lost it.

Can I take my temperature? asks Terence.

Okay, says Arthur. Put it under your arm.

Don't squeeze it, says Gaius.

Twenty one degrees, says Arthur.

Wow! says Terence. I'm hot!

You are, says Gaius. When the Victor Harbor bus comes, don't choose a seat on the bright side.