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"Well…. To start with we passed notes to each other during our 'out' time, when we were allowed out of our cells. We gradually came up with a plan. During one meal time she would make a distraction, like climbing on a table and start singing and dancing to one of her songs. I grabbed one of the guards 'Zonar Strike' guns and started zapping the guards. After that it was relatively easy. We found an open window and climbed out. I think Khashoggi thought that no one would get past his men and their guns. We did.

As soon as I pushed the girl through the open window more guards came bursting through the prison. I jumped out next but not one other person got out in time." Tears dripped down Meat's face. Brit looked at them and wiped them away with his finger-tips. "Touch my tears with your lips, touch my world with you finger-tips," Meat murmured the song Scaramouche sang so often.

Brit carried on, "Babe, if I could have got them to them, I would have. But it was a choice between me seeing you again or saving them. You know what I chose to do." Meat nodded in agreement.

"Once we got outside we dodged the guards that were around. The Rock Gods were with us- we found an unmarked van. Even though we didn't understand why they would have a van and not just use transporters we used it. It was the break we needed. We went as far as we dared in the open. We could have got here months ago, but we knew it wouldn't be long till they knew the van was missing, what we didn't know was while we'd both been knocked out; they'd transported us to The Russian District. Of course we couldn't use normal transporters, they'd have been on to us before we could turn around.

It was hard. We had to turn into GaGas." At Meat's gasp Brit looked up into her eyes.

"Babes, it was the only way. We became traitors to our beliefs." It had broken Brit's heart to go back to the way of life he'd gotten out of years previously.

"It was a sacrifice we had to make. We nicked clothes." Brit didn't explain that they'd had to mug a dozen GaGas to get thee stuff they needed. It wasn't just about losing their bohemian looks, but also getting key-cards to get on public transport. They had to steal virtual credit cards, as there was no other way to pay for anything.

They nicked wrist-waps, laptops, everything they could get their hands on. Brit didn't tell Meat any of this. He knew she would be able to handle it, he just didn't want her to know about those bits. It wasn't like the old days, nicking stuff for instruments before the Dreamer had arrived. He just didn't want her to know.

"We slowly made our made out of the Russian District, towards the German District. We managed to get out of Russia and into Germany quite easily. Although we kept changing transporters, to look like we were changing our pattern and direction. We headed for the old city name 'Berlin' it was once we got to Berlin we started having trouble. Whenever one of us went out for anything reason, we were followed. Within 6 months of our escape they'd tracked us down," Meat looked shocked that he'd already told half of the story, Brit knew he was rushing through this and that Meat probably wouldn't understand but he wanted in over as quickly as possible,

"So we got out of Berlin as quickly as we could. We headed towards the French District. It was much harder to blend in, in Paris (the old named capital) so we carried on south to 'Spain'. We lost our trackers and decided to stay there for a while. It took us four months to find someone who was travelling straight to the British District, without any stops and who was willing to take us with no I.D and no questions. Finally we found him. He was a South American dude and a bohemian living in 'Madrid'. His name was Bono. He wasn't convinced but when he found out that we knew the Dreamer and his Bad Arsed Babe he started to trust us. So after about 10 months of waiting and hiding we were finally one our way home. To my home, the Heartbreak Hotel." As her love spoke Meat noticed this time he had tears glistening in his eyes. She held his hands in hers, between then, and squeezed them tight, to show him she was still with his. Brit composed himself and then carried on.

"I knew something was going on because the SP's kept checking our boat. They'd use a transporter and just appear. It was the longest time I've ever gone without hearing music. We stayed as GaGas for the month it took us to cross. When the SPs asked us why we didn't just use a transporter to cross, we just said stuff like 'we wanted to feel what it was like, crossing the water in a boat.' It was a nightmare but eventually we got to the British District ad the walked here. To you. I love you Meat."

"I love yeh too Brit." Brit passionately kissed her,

"Oh babe, I almost forgot," Meat wondered what else there could be, "The girl I travelled with, we called her Cat Stevens, she- she-"

"Are yeh in, love with 'er too?" Meat asked, distressed.

"NO!! No she's, she's…"

"What?!?!"

"She's Scaramouche's sister."