Chapter 11 (Timeline 1): Got Any Milk?
Alex hadn't been gone long when the armoury door swung open once again.
"Good morning."
She heard him before she saw him. She'd recognise that smooth drawl anywhere.
"Hi Ben. Any chance of getting me new digs?"
"Funny you should mention it," he said producing a breakfast laden tray. "I've spoken to the "others" and we've agreed you'll stay with one of us until we can work out what to do with you."
"What to do with me?" Dawn raised an eyebrow.
Ben remained straight-faced. "Yes."
He set the tray down next to her.
"Did you make this?" she said surveying the eggs, pancakes and coffee.
"I thought you might be hungry."
"You were right." She quickly tucked in. "So, mmm - these are good - who exactly will I be shacking up with then?"
Ben took a deep breath.
"Well, given that no one trusts you, it's been decided that you'll be staying with me and Alex for the meantime."
Dawn almost choked on her pancake.
"Really? It wouldn't be too…awkward?"
"I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement," he said awkwardly.
"Well, that's settled then!" Dawn said, trying to suppress a grin. "Oh, there's just one more thing…"
"Yes?"
She held up the coffee cup.
"Have you guys got any milk?"