Chapter 2
Christmas day, Alex was in the shower. "Alex," she thought. "You will think of something to do, which does not involve consuming a year's worth of alcohol units in one day. You will be constructive, starting with finding something to eat."
Okay not a good start, clearly the 1981 Alex does not go to Waitrose, no chance of any shops being open. It may be a good idea to be out of the flat in case Evan calls round. Hopefully Gene might return.
"Stop it Alex! You will not fall for a construct".
A flash of inspiration, Shaz had bought her a selection box, maybe calories didn't count in her world. Her standards were slipping, no five a day for Alex, her stomach grumbled in protest to the breakfast on offer.
Alex heard loud noises from downstairs Luigi! He must be in the restaurant maybe he would have food. Hopefully not sea scallops with pineapple rings.
Alex still cold began to search the flat for her jacket; jacket finally found she headed downstairs. The noise had just stopped as she pushed open the door and stepped on to the broken glass.
Alex surveyed the scene, the floor was a sea of broken glass, words sprayed on the walls and decorations torn down. Looking at the bar, the till was open.
"Luigi!" she shouted.
Alex carefully navigated through the glass, taking care to preserve the crime scene.
"Luigi?" she leaned over the bar and gasped.