Brit was lying on the cold stone floor of the cell he had been in for 5 days straight. He hadn't seen the light of the sun or the moon since then, neither had he eaten a decent meal nor seen Meat, his true love. He laid there, staring at the wet, mouldy walls of his prison, counting the number of bricks for about the thousandth time. There were 257 bricks of stone in total, the total surface area of all four walls being 1017 leaving out a space for about 11 bricks worth where the solid steel door was bolted shut.
Suddenly, the floor began to shake beneath him. What was happening? The steel door swung open and not a single guard was in site. This was his chance. He ran outside into the blinding sunlight. It was then that he heard it, the music, the live rock and roll music. He smiled to himself as he realised that Galileo and Scaramouche must have done it. They had succeeded! "Yes!" He looked around for any ideas of where to go and he saw it, a giant bronze statue of the leading freedom fighter. Almost instantly he ran in the direction he was pointed, towards Wembley.
As he approached the old arena he slowed as he came to a hill. He walked up it and as he came over the top, he saw it, the guitar, in the hands of Scaramouche. He looked worried, where was Meat? Scanning the people he saw, he couldn't see her in the crowd. Had they killed her? He looked more carefully the second time, she wasn't there! He ran down the hill towards the old arena and almost tripped over his own feet. Carefully he approached the gates, hiding behind bits of rubble on his way. He stopped dead, he thought he heard her, but where? He couldn't see her. Cautiously he looked around, she was there! On the floor next to the gate. He watched as she drunk and a strange old man went up to her. "Mind if I sit down, babe?" Meat shook her head and felt him sit down behind her. Brit watched as the old dude sat behind her. She looked sad, angry, tired, annoyed. "Sorry if I push the bone" he said, laughing. The normal Meat would have been disgusted by this. Brit saw this as his chance.
"Oi, that's my job!" He said as he stepped out from behind the pile of rubble. Meat looked up and a shocked impression took to her face as Brit started walking, almost running towards her. Everyone that had been talking stopped. Some looked shocked, others grinned widely. Meat just sat there, as he got closer, he couldn't believe this was happening. She was alive! He couldn't take it any more and he started running, the second his arms wrapped around her he lifted her off the ground and span her round in a tight embrace.