The Evening After The Disaster Of A Wedding

Duncan and Violet arrived at her hotel room and kissed again.

"Where have you been?" she asked," For the last-"she counted. "seven years"

"Has it been that long?" he said, and pulled them down on the bed.

"Went quickly..." Violet admitted.

"And how many of those years were you out with Quigley?" he asked.

"Most of the seven," Violet confessed," I wonder what he's doing tonight."

"Tonight," Duncan said," He's probably gonna come here and kick my ass."

Violet laughed.

"Or try," she said," You could take him on."

Duncan laughed then nodded.

"I bet I could..."

The door burst open. Duncan got up, ready to fight if it were Quigley. But it was Isadora.

"What's up Izzy?" Duncan asked.

"It's Klaus," Isadora said," Quigley gave him a right ambush!"

Violet stood up.

"So instead of hurting us," she said," he's hurting the ones we love. Where is he Izzy?"

"In the ambulance," she said," They wanted to know if you wanted to go with them."

They both nodded, and ran to the door.

When they arrived outside, Klaus was in the ambulance, as Isadora had said.

"Whose coming with 'im?" the paramedic asked.

"All three of us," Violet said.

"Can't take all three," he said," Only one."

"Izzy can go," Duncan said," I'll drive me and Violet there."

Isadora stepped onto the ambulance.

"Thanks," she said, and they closed the doors.

Violet and Duncan waited for it to go, and then began to walk to Duncan's car, both looking odd. Violet, in her wedding dress, looked too glammed up to go to hospital but luckily for her, it was not a big dress she had chosen, but a thin slender one. And Duncan was dressed in tatty-almost rags.

But they ignored that and both got in the car. Duncan started the engine and they drove off, away from the hotel where Violet was meant to have her big day.