Chapter 7 – Lost
Liz and the kids picked their way down the lane poking into ditches, peering under hedges and looking in fields. They were very thorough. It was getting dark and the job was made harder by the gloom. The darkness brought a creepy eeriness and all of them stayed close together for reassurance, at any moment expecting the mad axeman to spring out of the shadows. At the turn of every bend they anticipated finding me sprawled out dead in the lane. But I wasn’t. Their imagination already had me hacked to pieces, with the limbs and torso thrown in the ditch. But I wasn’t.
All the time I was sailing into orbit imagining them fretfully waiting at home for me to return. I was wondering what they would do.
It took them three quarters of an hour to reach the end of the lane, carefully searching without success. They returned futilely poking into all the most improbable dark corners on the basis that if something isn’t in the obvious places then it must be in the unlikely. They did not find any scorched circle of grass or flattened crop circle because there were none. Neither was there any impact marks from the support legs of any ship. The grass was pristine. There was no evidence of any interstellar spaceship to be found and no witnesses to its arrival or take-off. More importantly, they did not find a trace of me, not even an earlobe or fingernail.
Weary and utterly bewildered they returned home, silent and in tears, holding on to each other, expecting to find me already waiting for them there. Except I wasn’t. Liz had been counting on me being there with some silly apology. She was prepared to fly into a rage at my thoughtless stupidity. Now she internally crumbled. She could not understand what had happened. The kids were equally bewildered and helpless.
She made the kids a milky drink, told them I’d probably turn up round at Brian’s and packed them off to bed. Then she proceeded to phone round Brian, Pete, Chris, Gary, John and everyone else she could think of, becoming more desperate with every passing minute. I wasn’t at any of their places and they had no inkling as to where I might be. Of course, Mandy, Jill, Ruth, Sue, Jan, Helen and Trudy picked up on her anxiety and pried the guys away from the telly. They sensed that this was urgent. They all agreed to get their flashlights and go out and do another search.
Liz was quiet as she fed Sam, but he refused to eat and remained cringing in his bed. Liz sat in the front room with the telly on. She wanted to join her friends out searching but could not leave the children. So she fretted.
There was no result from the search. Mandy and the others phoned in regularly. There was neither hide nor hair of me.
Finally Liz picked up the phone and called the police.
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Next. Doubt the police would help if anything like our useless lot here.
If Liz gave Sam some of your clothes to sniff he would then sense that this was so serious and he would have to help Liz find you, especially for the children. Use SAM.
Steady – or the dog gets it!
Sam is proving too much of a wimp. It’s too late now anyway.
I notice you’re not worried about what is going to happen to me – just the dog.
You always make me laugh. Don’t you dare touch that dog or you have me to answer to, he becomes brave and takes Liz to the exact spot where you were taken. I LOVE DOGS. You, well what can I say, it is hardly likely anything bad is going to happen to you now is it. Who’s going to write the books and sell them. Who’s going to put up with my Irish temper when the pain gets too much. Opher of course I am worried re you but be honest Sam has to come first!!
You’ll be sorry when they finish with their enormous probe and all the vivisection! They will worship Sam and make him President of the world and feed him on the bits they cut off.
It’ll be your fault.
LMBO!!!
LMBO? What’s that? I’m useless with these abbreviations. Lots more besides omelettes? Let’s make Bilbo orchestrate?
Loud music blows organs? Less money bores ostriches? No I give up.
I will enjoy that when Sam becomes Leader at last a Dog will be in charge, he will make sure you are ok, he will care for you don’t worry. Whose is supplying ideas, me, but you are ignoring some of them.
Well it is already written. I wasn’t contemplating such a drastic rewrite!