Snippet #2635814

The fearless squadron leader walked off in a huff, with no idea on where he was going. He felt rejected, but it all hell would freeze over before he let anyone know this. He couldnt very well go back to the race track, where he could bump into and be mocked at by one of his rivals. He didnt really want to go back to the hangar and face those those dumbheads, who might be back from their Furlough. They'd most likely raise some questions, and he wasnt in the mood to answer. He wasnt looking forward to another of Klunk's culinary curiosities either. Then he had it: the Dastardly mansion. He hadnt been their in a while and he missed it. He couldnt use his car which had been towed away for repairs so he took the next bus. He sat down, his gloomy dark thoughts accompanying him on his journey. He'd tried his best to change. He was sick of people associating him with a villanous cheat and wanted to break away from it. And then her- she was just the same as all of them. Nobody had asked her to come back. Any feelings he had had for her had evapourated since her outburst at the hospital. What was the point in trying to change and be the good guy? He of all people knew a leopard never changed its spots, but he had tried. And if that woman couldnt accept that- screw her. She was no better than Dolores. But at least Dolores hadnt been aware of his feelings.

He entered the mansion and threw his coat on the floor carelessly, much rather like a high school kid. He entered the living room and plonked himself on the nearest couch to catch his breath for a few minutes. He looked around him particularly at the luxurious dresser which had been in the family for years. His eyes happened to fall on an old picture, and he picked it up. It was him and Rachel together, her all smile, presumably after yet another race she'd beaten him at. He paused as he studied it for a moment.

'Oh, drat.' He ripped the picture to shreds, with a dark brooding face. The slither of an angel that was left in him had died.

Meanwhile, Scarlet had been about to leave the hospital but was spotted by two medics.

'Excuse me maam, but I don't think you should be out.' He and his colleague made their way over to her and took hold of her.

'What?' she cried out startled. 'Let me go, you dumbheads, I'm not..' Her protests fell on deaf ears as she was wheeled up to the same room as Rachel and parked next to her.

'Dammit I'm pregnant, not sick,' she grumbled, feeling like a total dumbhead weakling. She sat simmering in her pool of anger.