Rory and Tori walked away from the burning factory in silence. "Thank you," said Tori as they arrived at her house, "Again." Rory smiled at her. "No problem," he said. Frankly, he was still in a state of shock. Everything had happened so quickly. He just felt luckily to get out alive. He noticed Tori had a cut on her upper arm.
"Here," said Rory, "I'm a nurse, let me treat that." Tori laughed, "A plastic centurion nurse," she said, leading the way into the house, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" She handed Rory a first-aid kit and he started rummaging through it.
"How did you do that?" asked Tori, wincing as Rory cleaned the cut, "Make your laser gun thing ricochet like that." Rory honestly didn't know. "Pure luck," he laughed, cutting off a length of bandage. "Well, it was very clever!" said Tori. "You're pretty quick yourself," said Rory, finishing the dressing on her arm.
"Thanks," said Tori, "Oh! Wait, you got shot! Are you okay?" Rory nodded. "Yeah, the lasers were weak. My armor stopped it," he said, "Well, I should be off." "Really?" said Tori, disappointedly. "Got to get back to my box," said Rory, smiling with a sad look in his eyes, "You stay out of trouble, okay?" Tori smiled. "Well, I can't make a promise I can't keep," she laughed.
With a short hug, Rory left the house. Tori watched him go through the window. When he was out of sight she went quietly to her study. She moved her fingers over the top of the bookshelf until she heard a click, and the secret door swung open. She went straight to the telegraph.
'I have made contact," she clacked out in morse code. She waited. Then the telegraph sprung to life, signaling out one word: 'Excellent.'
