"Oh, Alistair, what are we going to do?" Judy asked breathlessly, feeling somewhat like a damsel in distress.
"I don't know." He replied, sure not feeling like her hero.
"I'm scared." Sandy admitted.
"Shu!! Don't let him know you're afraid!" Alistair demanded.
Judy and Sandy nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, Stephen stood up and turned toward the door. He positioned the bat to swing. "Shut up the lot of you, don't you hear anything?!"
The frightened trio quickly grew quiet and listened to what was going on upstairs. Lionel was in the kitchen this time, Judy could tell that. She could hear him in the cupboard looking for custard tarts. Oh, how badly she wished to call out to him! But she did not embrace the idea of being hit in the face with a baseball bat. Then, suddenly they heard the doorknob begin to turn and they saw Stephen head up the stairs with the bat over his shoulder, ready to go.
"Stop it Stephen!" Lionel said, as they heard Stephen being shoved against a wall.
"No Lionel!" Judy and Sandy shouted as they heard the door slam.
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"How was I supposed to know that the bloody door was broken?" Lionel pouted.
"Go easy on yourself Li, none of the rest of this knew." Alistair told him as he poured him a glass of wine.
"What's wrong with Stephen?"
"He's sick of Aunt Penny."
"Listen." Sandy said. Lionel stopped talking for a moment and he could hear Penny babbling louder than ever.
"Oh, dear lord, it's louder down here than it is sitting next to her, give me that wine!" He said and Alistair obeyed.
"How ever can we make her shut up?!" Sandy grumbled.
"I've been contemplating that one for years!" Judy laughed.
"How can you laugh at a time like this?" Lionel asked.
"At a time like what, we're just stuck down here with a lunatic, that's all." Suddenly they heard moaning. All eyes went to Stephen.
"What's wrong mate?" Alistair dared to ask him.
Stephen dropped the baseball bat and it hit the floor with a 'bang!' Stephen's hands shot up to his head. He held his head in his hands and groaned again.
"I have such a ferocious headache." Their captor complained.
"Here," Alistair said, pulling something out of his pocket. "Take this, you'll feel better in no time."
"Thanks old chap." He said. "Well cheers." And he swallowed the pill with his glass of wine.
Alistair went and sat back down next to Judy.
"Alistair! I can't believe you!" Sandy said.
"What, I didn't do anything!"
"Yes you did, the pill."
"What?"
"Medicines aren't met to be taken with alcohol."
"That's right." Lionel said.
"I know that. That was a German headache pill, designed to go with wine, the swingers model so to speak." Judy rolled her eyes at this.
"What?" He asked.
"Grow up Alistair." She couldn't help but smile at him. Suddenly a sneeze shook the room.
"Oh, it must be the dust." Stephen said as he got up. When he did this, the whole group cringed in fear, all except for Lionel and Alistair of course. Lionel who really wasn't afraid and thought that this was all a bunch of nonsense looked on in not only pure curiosity, but sheer amazement as well. Alistair on the other hand, was very afraid but he pretended not to care in order to look tough. Judy and Sandy were truly very afraid, but they both knew that Alistair was more frightened than they were put together. And for some reason Judy realized that she found that cute.
"I guess." Stephen began as he headed toward the heater. "That I'll try and turn on the air conditioning to clear this place up a bit."
"No, Uncle Stephen, don't!" Judy exclaimed.
But it was too late. And suddenly an explosion rocked the house.