Thank you to Lu and Hayley for my previous great reviews: D

Everyone else who read but doesn't review WHY? Lol…give it a go even if you hate it, it's just nice to know what you think.

Also my dates might be a bit out. Kitten is meant to be four but he was born in 2007. That's because this is a little bit in the future, and also the Boosh doesn't have a time line, so just go with it lol…

'I wanted to tell you.' The voice behind her, made her jump. She turned her head frowning at Saboo. Her small eyes flicked between both the images of her one husband.

'I don't understand?'

'This is some really ugly shit.' Against herself, she couldn't help but smile. It was only a small one, but the corners of her lips were still upturned. He stood next to her, and the pair gazed over at the action taking place in the room. She wasn't listening. She was watching, but she couldn't hear anything.

'This isn't what happened?'

'It's what should have happened.' Saboo conceded. She watched as the monitors Howard was attached to blinked, and flashed. A nurse came hurtling in, running straight through her, and Saboo. She felt sick.

Another one appeared, and then another. She saw herself waking up. None of this had happened.

And then Howard was dead for the second time. First time?

It was all over so quickly.

And then she felt the grief all over again, it was paralysing. It washed over her, and she remembered how it had been when the Doctor had told her Howard was dead. She can't forget the expression on Vince's face. He'd looked so small, so lost. He'd been like a mirror reflecting externally everything she'd been feeling internally.

'You saved Howard?' Slowly she regained the power over her tongue, which had felt limp and leaden in her mouth. Saboo avoided any point of eye contact, his eyes darted around the room that didn't exist.

'Saboo?'

He cracked like a softly boiled egg.

'I didn't do it for Howard. This goes against everything I believe in. I've broken all the rules, and I didn't do it for him.'

There was more to this. Her stomach began to churn. She reached out resting her fingers against the side of her husband's face.

'Don't.' Saboo caught her hand, pulling it away.

'Don't make me do this.' He croaked, his eyes falling downwards never making a move back up from the floor.

'Do what?'

'This.'

The next thing she knew she was standing outside. She could feel the breeze of her face. A dark scene was presented before her. A cemetery with row upon row of faded head stones. A grey imposing sky, threatening rain at any moment. The closer she got the more she saw. She could pick out familiar forms. Naboo, Bollo, Saboo, the board of Shaman, all clad in black. Tony Harrison had even made an effort wearing a black top hat and tie.

She wasn't a genius, but even she knew that this would have been Howard's funeral if he'd died in France.

But where was she? She couldn't see herself.

'Where am I?' Saboo didn't respond.

Why wasn't she there?

The ominous feeling began to multiply, turning quickly into dread.

She pushed through the pitiful group standing at the graves side.

Frost obscured the name on the plain marble headstone. She whipped at it, her fingers turning numb with the cold contact. She traced the letters of Howard's name.

Here lies the bodies of

Howard TJ Moon

19??-2007

Beloved Brother, Uncle and Friend

There was more. She continued to rub away at the rest of the frost obscured letters.

Mabel Minnie Daisy Moon

1981-2007

Beloved Wife and Mother

And

Kitten Howard Moon

Born and Died 2007

'I couldn't let you die, either of you. That's why Howard had to live.' She stood unblinking at the sight of her own name. At Kitten's name.

'This,' She sobbed.

'This, was what was meant to happen?' She felt confused. How could anything be so cruel?

She felt Saboo's hand on her shoulder.

'How? How did it happen? Why?' The anguish tore through her, mixing with anger. Why did she have to die? Why Kitten, he was just a little boy? He was her little boy. Why Howard? Why did their lives, their futures meant so little that they could just be extinguished all at once?

Saboo knelt down next to her, resting his head against the fabric of her narrow shoulders.

'It doesn't matter.' His breath was warm against her ear.

'Tell me.' She sobbed, her head falling limply against her chest. Saboo tightened his grip on her bony upper arms.

'Kitten is born,' He almost can't bring himself to say it.

'…he's too little, you're in shock. He's so small, he's not ready to be born. They do everything they can. I do everything I can…but he…he…' She shakes her head. Saboo is flooded with relief.

'After that you just give up. You die of a broken heart.' His voice catches in his throat, and before he can stop himself he's crying.

'No.' She exclaimed suddenly twisting awkwardly wrapping her arms around his neck.

'You did,' She gasped, stuttering between laboured breathes.

'…you did the right thing.' She clutched at him tightly.

'I broke the code. I made Naboo help me.'

Slowly her tears stopped.

'I don't care. Do you care?' Saboo didn't have to think about it long.

'No, not really.' They both smiled weakly.

'Not really?' She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

'Well sometimes I do, like when your brother goes off on one of his lectures, and I have to pretend to be interested. And the Jazz, that really is the worst sort of thing,'

'Hang on I like Jazz! You said you liked me singing Jazz? You told me you liked Jazz!' Saboo shifted awkwardly on the damp grass.

'Okay firstly, I really wanted to shag you. Secondly in my defence, you have a beautiful voice, even when you're engaged in the odious act of singing jazz. And thirdly I never once said I liked Jazz.' The atmosphere lifted. She leaned forward and planted a damp affectionate kiss on Saboo's lips.

'You know none of this make sense.' Saboo informed, when they parted.

'Yep.'

'No, I don't mean that.' He motioned towards the gave.

'I mean Howard dying now. You see Howard can't die, because Naboo and I bound his life to yours. So for anything to happen to him, it has to happen to you as well.'

Is that why she can see Howard?

'He's not dead,' She blurted out. It sounded out loud just as insane as it had in her head. She saw the look in Saboo's eyes.

'…I mean he is,' She quickly backtracked.

'…but he isn't. Not in the traditional sense. I can see him. But it's only me. He came with me on the carpet, he's in the cage with us. He said it was Bainbridge who killed him.'

She finished with a sharp intake of breath, and watched the expressions that crossed her husband's features. Doubt, confusion and then something she hadn't seen before.

'Do you believe me?'

She could tell he wasn't sure.

'I would have felt something. Naboo would have…'

'It's only me! I'm the only one that can see Howard. Saboo he doesn't have long left, he's starting to fade away. You have to believe me!'

They were back in the cage, which the sounds of the forest at night. Howard and Naboo were both staring at them.

'We have to think of someway of getting out of here.' Saboo skipped over her plea. Howard thought for a moment, and then suddenly remembered.

'Naboo's secret stash! I hid the bottles that hadn't smashed in the lining of your jacket.' Her fingers quickly dove in, finding the four remaining unbroken bottles.

'You clever girl!' Saboo kissed her excitedly, carefully taking the positions out of her grasp.

'It wasn't me. It was Howard. Howard put the bottles in my pocket.'

'The star of Andromeda!' Saboo whispered almost reverentially, as he fingered the small pink glowing bottle she'd been attracted to earlier.

'Did Bollo give you this?' Naboo quizzed moodily.

'Yes, but Howard,'

'He's a ballbag.' The tiny Shaman grumbled.

'Thanks Naboo.' Howard muttered despondently under his breath.

'I'm getting that upgrade.' Naboo continued. Howard perked up a little bit when he realised it was Bollo, and not him that had incurred the Shaman's wrath. His heart sank however moments later, when he considered the thought that he'd never be on the receiving end of Naboo's moods again.

Despondently Howard watched as Saboo moved his sister out of the way. He lifted her up and carried her to the relative safety of the opposite corner of the small enclosed cage.

Naboo gave the star shaped bottle a quick shake, and then through it against the bars. He ran as fast as his tiny Shaman legs would take him joining them in the corner.

The collective breath was held.

And then a bright flash of light. The explosion powered through the side of the cage, tearing through the bars. Even Howard's ears were ringing.

Through the smoke Naboo, Saboo, and his sister darted through the newly made hole.

'Come on Howard!' She called out to him, her voice louder than she'd obviously expected it to be. Howard swallowed hard and followed them, floating behind as fast as he could.

The four of them darted through the dark overgrown forest as fast as they could. In the distance the sound of shouts could be heard.

Naboo whistled for his carpet. Through the darkness, a rustling 'whoosh' rang out. The carpet sprang out from the tree line diving low, stopping at the feet of it's master.

'Hurry up ball bags.' Naboo's voice rose briefly to something approaching emotion, as he quickly jumped on the rug. He was joined by Saboo, and the pair pulled Mabel on board.

Nothing.

'Why aren't we moving?' She questioned.

Naboo frowned at the state of his stationary carpet.

'It's just a back up, it only flies two.'

'The three of us put together can't way as much as that ape of yours, Naboo.'

Confronted by the situation, Naboo calmly considered all his options and then announced.

'I'm getting off.' He moved to slip off the carpet, but she caught by the sleeve of his robe before he could. They both stared for a few moments at the flash of turquoise fabric in her hands.

'You can't. They'll kill you.'

Naboo shook his head sagely.

'I've still got to have a trial.'

Not for the first time in his life Howard felt pathetic and impotent. In the back of his mind he wonders if he could be as brave as Naboo. He seriously doubts it. The bravest he's ever been was in that cave with Old Gregg, and even then he couldn't let the creepy Merman die. He'd had to save him, and in the process, well…He'd never really been brave. What would Vince do? It was hard to tell. Although knowing Vince he would have probably found a way of winning over their captors.

Howard was most surprised by the fact that Saboo didn't try to stop Naboo from hoping off the rug. He didn't even look at Naboo as he did so.

She started to cry. The loss of weight floated the carpet up from the floor.

'Naboo,' She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Naboo was just a dimly outlined shadow.

'I believe you.' Saboo admitted finally.