'I just hope that this is worth it.'
I arrived in Nottingham three days later, hoping that the show lasted two weeks. The long trip to Nottingham had been a tiring and painful one. It had been three days of sleeping on park benches, and in passenger side car seats if I was lucky. With all the countless thumbed down rides and several "free" bus rides.
My final hitchhiked ride was with a creepy guy who told me his name was "Desmond". He was quite short but otherwise there was nothing discernable about his looks, although his voice sounded strangely mystical.
When we got to Nottingham city centre I asked him to let me out at the main hall but instead he continued driving on and on and on until I saw signposts telling me we were approaching the motorway, I tried to open the door, more to spook him into stopping than to jump out but as I slowly reached for the handle I saw the latch shoot down, when I looked up I saw him removing his hand from the door.
I decided to sit there quietly until some other bright idea came into my head, none did and so I sat there quietly for a long time until finally we stopped. Desmond turned round to face me and told me in a harsh but calm voice to get out of the car. I did as he said and started walking away from the car. When I had walked about 5 metres away from the car Desmond shouted:
"Annie, ... Embrace your destiny."
I then decided that this was definitely very creepy and started walking faster which before long turned into a full speed sprint away from the car.
I ran away as fast as I could from the creepy car, I ran for what seemed like an age until I finally stopped and collapsed to the ground panting and grasping for breath, when I finally stopped wheezing and panting I looked up. What I saw half made me want to cry out with joy half made me want to cry out with pain and disgust.
It was Darren. He was ghostly and thin. A man was talking to him. Annie looked at him confusedly. He was wearing a scout uniform. Darren suddenly leapt back and a flash of red descended on the poor man. There was a brief struggle and the man lay motionless on the floor. Then Darren and the red creature moved in, and then the figure in red spoke.
"Imagine a man his age wearing a Scout's uniform." With that I turned and ran as far and fast as I could.