Snippet #1648930

Kit broke himself out of his self imposed reverie. It had been a nice, extended day dream. Sitting comfortably on Jonathan's floor, he had imagined that he was back on the surface world, the head of an amazingly successful research laboratory that specialized in a grand new kind of explosive powder that was detonated by thought. He was a multi-millionaire with a fleet of sports cars and a rather attractive lingerie model wife who had Artemis' face and hair. All in all a good day dream.

He awoke from this day dream, sitting on the floor of cave, that was also a house that was covered in paper and bric-a-brac, surrounded by people he didn't know, one of whom was throwing crockery around, one of whom was someone he had never seen before, not even for thirty seconds and the third of whom was actually a butterfly. He sipped his tea and wrinkled his nose. It had gone cold. He glanced around the room once more and wished he could go back into the day dream again. Alas, it was not meant to be. He rubbed the fingers of his right hand against his palm and held the tea cup there, reheating it through his skin, taking a sip as steam wafted from the top. Mmmm. Perfect. Glancing at the women, he started to feel drastically outnumbered in this land. He looked to Jonathan.

"So. Other than the obvious why on Earth do these Dark Alice figures want to kill us?"

He sipped his tea again, feeling the need for a biscuit. A good biscuit, preferably chocolatey.

"Don't suppose you have any biscuits do you? Running for your life tends to make one awfully peckish."