The Ghostly Hand

Curses! says Gaius.

Terence climbs down from the four poster bed.

Sorry, says Terence. I couldn't help it.

It's not your fault, says Kant.

It is to some extent his fault, says Gaius.

The real question is, what do we do about it? asks Kant.

Take the cover off, says Gaius. And soak it. Let's hope the bright pink vomit hasn't seeped through to the duvet.

Wah! says Terence.

Sit quietly on that chair by the window, says Gaius. Until you feel better.

Terence stomps across to the chair.

He looks out of the window. At night the garden looks nice. There's an ornamental pavilion, a path and strings of tree lights.

Sweezus and Arthur are down there looking up at the window.

Sweezus waves at Terence, and makes a sign that means open the window.

But Terence can't open the window.

Arthur throws a rock at the window.

Yikes! says Terence.

What was that? asks Gaius.

Kant goes over, and opens the window.

A second rock sails in through the open window.

And misses his head.

The window is open! shouts Kant. Stop throwing rocks at it.

Merde! says Arthur. 

Can we come up? asks Sweezus.

Of course you can, says Kant. I'll meet you at the front door.

He meets them at the front door, and they enter the suite together.

Nice place! says Sweezus. 

I threw up, says Terence.

Where? asks Sweezus. 

On the pirate ship, says Terence.

We have a problem, says Gaius. 

He indicates the stained cover.

You need to soak that, says Sweezus.

I know, says Gaius. The problem is, where?

There's a pool out the back, says Arthur.

Is there? says Gaius. But we can't really...

Yeah we can, says Sweezus. It'll have a filter. Give it to us, we'll deal with it.

I'll go with Arthur, says Gaius. You're going to interview Kant.

So he is, says Kant. I had almost forgotten. Come, Sweezus. We'll sit in the self catering area.

How come? asks Sweezus.

Wine and chocolates, says Kant. Not to mention a fruit bowl.

So while Arthur and Gaius take the vomit-stained cover to the pool, Sweezus and Kant make a start on the interview, and the chocolates and wine.

Has everyone forgotten about Terence?

Terence slips out of the door and heads for the pavilion.

He stands in the middle, turning round slowly, because the pavilion is round.

What are you doing out here late at night, young fellow? asks a stern voice from the shadows.

Looking, says Terence.

Back to the dormitory at once! says the voice from the shadows.

A ghostly hand grasps Terence by the shoulder.