A Very Long Day
Valkyrie Cain groaned and slumped into the front seat of the Bentley. "How are you feeling?" Skulduggery asked. Valkyrie looked out of the corner of her eye at Skulduggery Pleasant. He waited, and when it became apparent she wasn't going to answer anytime soon, he continued speaking. "Guess what day it is."
Valkyrie pretended to think for a while. "Thursday?" She tried.
"Not just Thursday, but Thursday 22nd." He paused. She waited. "Thursday 22nd of October." He paused again. She waited. "Guess what that makes tomorrow."
She blinked. "Uhh, Friday."
"Friday 23rd. Of October." Again he paused. Valkyrie looked at him. He sighed. "Thats the day I died. You know, all those years ago." Valkyrie nodded. "You don't seem that excited." He said, disapointed.
"Oh, should I be? Sorry. Wow, Skulduggery, that's awesome. How was that?"
"Better, but you could be more enthusiastic. It's an important day of the year, after all."
"Right. Skulduggery?"
"Yes,Valkyrie."
"Can I go home now."
"Oh. Yes, OK."
"Thanks Skulduggery." Valkyrie said greatfully. She rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes. "Skulduggery?"
"Yes."
"Incase I don't remember, Happy Birthday for tomorrow."
"Valkyrie, incase I don't remember, thanks."
"Lets go home."
"Ok." Valkyrie was starting to feel really drowsy when, "Valkyrie."
"Yes, Skulduggery?"
"What are you getting me?"
"I can't tell you"
" I hate you sometimes"
"Mmmhhh."