"Leo!! Get your butt down here now!" Piper screamed again.
Leo orbed down, holding a chicken and a packet of fries. "What? I
was...erm...busy..." Leo garbled with a load of chicken in his mouth.
"Yeah, busy eatin' fries?" moaned Piper, Leo's wife. She took the chicken
and put it on the table. Leo quickly stuffed a few fries into his mouth and
put the pack on the table with the chicken. Phoebe beckoned him to sit
down. She lifted her head and raised her arms. Paige seemed quite calm and
quiet, not answering anything, not wanting to get into anything which would
make her angry.
"Look...anyway, Phoebe had a premonition, we're all fine, how was your day?"
commented Paige, finally. As you could see, she was obviously being
sarcastic. She let her anger through her calming barrier too far.
"What, Phoebe had a premonition?"
"Why is the subject always landed on me!"
"Listen, we have to get there earlier than you saw in your premonition.
What time was it there?" Piper said, sighing.
"9.15pm in England." Phoebe was memorising what it was. "Somehow I just
knew; perhaps it was because my mind zoomed into the watch that the young
woman was wearing."
"Ok. Do you know whether a demon did anything to this person? Who got
killed?" said Leo, still with a few fries in his mouth.
"Someone named Fred Bakely. Hey, who's that?"
Outside of the window was someone with no skin, few muscles and more
robotic equipment than a fully electronical skyscraper. He vanished in the
next second, leaving behind his only clue:
a moss grey revolver.
Leo orbed down, holding a chicken and a packet of fries. "What? I
was...erm...busy..." Leo garbled with a load of chicken in his mouth.
"Yeah, busy eatin' fries?" moaned Piper, Leo's wife. She took the chicken
and put it on the table. Leo quickly stuffed a few fries into his mouth and
put the pack on the table with the chicken. Phoebe beckoned him to sit
down. She lifted her head and raised her arms. Paige seemed quite calm and
quiet, not answering anything, not wanting to get into anything which would
make her angry.
"Look...anyway, Phoebe had a premonition, we're all fine, how was your day?"
commented Paige, finally. As you could see, she was obviously being
sarcastic. She let her anger through her calming barrier too far.
"What, Phoebe had a premonition?"
"Why is the subject always landed on me!"
"Listen, we have to get there earlier than you saw in your premonition.
What time was it there?" Piper said, sighing.
"9.15pm in England." Phoebe was memorising what it was. "Somehow I just
knew; perhaps it was because my mind zoomed into the watch that the young
woman was wearing."
"Ok. Do you know whether a demon did anything to this person? Who got
killed?" said Leo, still with a few fries in his mouth.
"Someone named Fred Bakely. Hey, who's that?"
Outside of the window was someone with no skin, few muscles and more
robotic equipment than a fully electronical skyscraper. He vanished in the
next second, leaving behind his only clue:
a moss grey revolver.