It's a long night.
Gaius is dreaming.
In the dream he is riding a bike.
Not Minnie's bike, but a top level racer.
He is right behind Arthur, his team mate.
Arthur drops something on the road.
Gaius swerves to avoid it,
It's a geen and golden bell frog.
Lucky.
A parrot drops onto his shoulder.
Arggh! Get off me! I'm racing!
Gaius wakes up at this point.
Curses! Now he'll have to get up and go to the toilet.
He hopes he won't bump into Minnie or Margaret or Katherine.
He listens.
Nothing.
He gets up, and tiptoes to the toilet.
Good. No ladies in there.
He is just leaving when he bumps into Katherine.
Can't you sleep either? asks Katherine.
I dreamed a parrot landed on my shoulder while I was racing, says Gaius.
Lets hope it's not prescient, says Katherine.
The parrot? asks Gaius.
No, the dream, says Katherine.
It may well have been, says Gaius. When is the Tour anyway?
Goodness, says Katherine. Where are we, June? The Tour's in July.
No one's asked me to be in it, says Gaius. Perhaps I'm not wanted.
You can probably assume so, says Katherine. Pity.
Not really, says Gaius.
Only because this year they're starting in Barcelona, says Katherine.
Ah! says Gaius. Barcelona. Terence would have liked that.
Terence has heard voices and sneaked up to listen.
Can we go anyway? asks Terence.
So you heard that, says Gaius.
Can we? asks Terence
Not if I'm not in it, says Gaius.
I can go with Sweezus! says Terence.
I suppose so, if he's willing to take you, says Gaius.
We'll call him in the morning, says Katherine.
Yay! says Terence. I'm going to Barcelona! I'll show Prong my palace.
You won't be taking Prong, says Gaius. She can't travel out of the country.
She can get a parrot passport, says Terence.
You'll have to ask Arthur, says Gaius. He's good at those things.
Yes! says Terence. He is already imagining himself showing Prong around the Sagrada Familia.
All the carved animals. The tiny people. The Sylvanian bears. The Virgin. No, maybe not her. She might tell Saint Joseph.
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