'Hal, wake up'

Hal slowly opened his eyes. It was a bright day, Hal had to let his eyes adjust before he could see anything.

'Hal get up! You've got a busy day'

Once Hal's eyes had adjusted to the blinding light, he could see that Fergus was standing in front of him.

'Good morning Fergus. Yes we have a lot to do today. Do you know if Roy found that solicitor?'

'He popped over to tell you earlier this morning, but unfortunately you were still in bed. The solicitor will be at the police station at 6 o'clock tonight.'

'Thank you Fergus. Such a shame I couldn't have talked to him myself, oh well. We had better get ready and get to the police station as soon as possible.'

Fergus ran out of the room. Hal could hear Fergus banging from the room next to him.

'Why did I ever become friends with him?' Hal got up and got dressed in his best attire. After all, he would be pretending to be a person who had been arrested after being involved in illegal gambling. What else was he meant to wear?

He walked through to the living room where Fergus was sitting down.

'Have you cleared up after last night?'

'Yes Hal. The body is all disposed of. Are you ready to go to the police station?' Hal glanced at the clock.

'I'm already to go. I will be back later this evening.' With that Hal put his jacket on and headed for the door.

He arrived outside of the police station. It was five o'clock and the sun was beginning to set.

Hal boldly walked in to the station. 'Good evening Roy.'

Roy was sitting behind the desk reading a well kept edition of Dracula. He quickly stood up as soon as he saw Hal standing over him.

'Good evening sir. Sorry I didn't notice you. Have you read this?' He pointed to the copy of Dracula. He saw Hal shake his head. 'It's ridiculous! It's a lot of codswallop! Any way the solicitor should be here in a little while. I've told him that you have been arrested for being involved in illegal gambling, as we agreed.'

'Right. I've got forty minutes until Mr Cutler arrives. Do you know what you are going to be doing?

'I will take Mr Cutler to the cell where you will be waiting. Then when you are talking to him, I will be making sure nobody walks in and disrupts you.'

'That's right Roy. Will you take me to the cell and I'll get ready to talk to Mr Cutler.'

Although Hal knew which cell he was aiming for, he allowed Roy to guide him. The cell was one of the smallest cells in the police station. It was dark and dingy and there was a patch of mould in the corner. This didn't bother Hal, he had been in worse conditions than this, he'd been in the Crimean war for goodness sake. He turned to look at Roy.

'Thank you very much Roy.' He expected Roy to leave him in the cell but Roy didn't move.

'Sir, Can I ask you something?' Hal nodded. 'What made you pick Mr Cutler?'

'I saw something in him, he is going to be a history maker.' He looked at his watch. 'You had better go. Mr Cutler will be here in a little while.'

'Yes Sir. Good luck.' And with that Roy walked out of the cell and closed the door.

Hal sat down on the small rickety bed, and crossed his arms.

'Good evening Mr Cutler.' A tall flustered looking man stumbled into the police station. He had blonde hair which was ruffled and his top button on his shirt was undone.

'Good evening Sir. So where is this man you would like me to represent?'

'He's in cell 10. I'll take you down there.'

Roy led Cutler down the corridor.

'Here he is'. He opened the cell door to expose Hal sitting on the bed.

'Mr Yorke I believe. My name is Nick Cutler. I believe you have asked for me to represent you in court? You have been convicted of illegal gambling, in dog fights.'

'I would normally go through my family's legal representative, Robert Mercer but he unfortunately died on the twenty fourth of this month.'

Cutler looked at the papers in which he was holding.

'It's the twentieth'

Hal looked shocked. 'Oh.'

'So you were found gambling?'

'No actually. Can I ask you something? How many people have called you a history maker?'

'A few…can we carry on with this please?' Cutler was slightly taken back by Hal's question. He turned to look at Roy who was currently standing in the door way.

'Roy, please can you close the door?' Once Roy had left the cell, Hal stood up to face Cutler. His eyes suddenly went black and his canines grew to twice their normal length.

'What…are...you?' Cutler was backing up, he hit the cell door.

Hal was staring at Cutler. Cutler turned round and started banging on the door. Hal tilted his head to look at Cutler properly.

He pounced on Cutler and aimed for his neck. Cutler screamed.

Hal woke himself up screaming.

'Hal, what's up?' Tom stood in front of Hal. Hal was dripping in sweat.

'I had a nightmare. I'm fine.' Hal shook his head. He tried to look for Alex. 'Where's Alex? The last thing I knew was she was trying to rentaghost with the fridge. Please tell me she hasn't succeeded!'

'I don' know. I only just got in, aint I?'

'Tom?' Alex's voice came from upstairs. 'I got the fridge upstairs, but I can't rentaghost it downstairs again. Can you bring it down please?'

Hal looked at Tom. 'You really shouldn't have left me on my own with her. Who knows where she could have rentaghosted to.'

'I'd betta go an' help ain't I?'

Hal nodded.

Tom ran upstairs. 'I'm now comin' up to help ya.'