Here's Chapter four. Is a bit long but...oh well. It's worth the read.

Enjoy and take the challenge.

Scaramouche's POV

So it turns out this Galileo guy really was as insane as he made himself out to be, cute but insane. We were currently walking, well he was running really, and he had been nattering on since we left the hospital. Dreams this and voices that, no wonder they locked him up. Of course I got stuck with him, it's just the kind of crap thing that always happens to me. It's not that I don't like him, he's an outcast like me, but he's just so eccentric it's hard to keep up with him.

I still can't explain the burst of madness that had come over us in the hospital. One minute we were talking about how everyone was afraid of our difference, the next we were singing-making our own music through a strange connection I felt with him. It was incredible, I had never felt so good in all my life-except for that other song I sang by myself before I was arrested. But what had happened during the song was even more confusing. One verse I was right away across the room from him, the next we're so close that I can feel his breath on my face and all I could think was 'Kiss me you crazy bastard!'.

Why would I think that? I barely know him. I don't know him! I shook my head, clearing it of my mixed up thoughts as I focused on Gaz.

"…I-I-I mean all my life I feel like I've had some kind of, of…purpose! A special destiny." he claimed proudly, jumping down from the sidewalk. "That has to mean something surely." he asked as we came upon a chain fence.

"Oh it does. It means that you're a self-important arrogant arsehole." I replied snidely. He looked a little hurt at that. I felt a little bad now, I mean he had rescued me and I was basically just reminding him why he wasn't accepted by others. He seemed to freeze, staring at the fence before us. "It's the climb!" he suddenly cried before staggering backwards into me. I grabbed his shoulders, steadying him.

"You alright Gazza?" I asked, sounding uninterested but was actually quite worried. He cracked a weak smile.

"Yeah, sorry. Just another phrase in my head." he mumbled, heading for a hole in the fence. He crawled through the hole and I could see him gritting his teeth. It looked painful. "Come on." he said, pulling the fence edges away to give me more room. I sighed as I crawled through, feeling the metal scrape my skin. As I was pulling myself through the last of the fence I stumbled on some loose rocks. Luckily Gaz was there to catch me. I blushed slightly as he pulled me up into a standing position, his hands resting on my waist gently yet firmly.

We stayed in that position for a few awkward moments before Galileo pulled away, looking like a scared puppy. I still felt a little bad about what I said, so I decided to try and set things right.

"So what special destiny do you think you have?" I asked as he checked out an old abandoned van. He seemed to perk up at that, turning to face me again.

"I-it has to do with the things I dream. The phrases, they always come back to the same thing." he then jumped in front of me, spreading his arms out as he explained his dreams. "I see a great wide space. And people, lots of people. And noise, huge, huge noise! And then come the words…" he had such an innocent face as he explained something that sounded so beautiful. But of course, I had to keep up my uninterested persona.

"What words?" I asked sarcastically but I don't think he detected it.

"Seek out the place of living rock…a bright star will show the way…go to where champions played." he said, staring out into the empty abandoned road ahead of us. I wonder what he could see that the rest of us couldn't.

"Sounds like bollocks to me." I grumbled. It was mean but hey, we had been running all night and I was tired. I could feel him looking at me as I inspected the old van.

"Maybe." he sighed. "Hey, I think I found a name for you to you know." he said excitedly, coming closer.

"How would you do that? You only met me today." I was actually generally interested in what he had to say. I had been called things like 'bitch', 'lesbian' and 'freak' so often that it was hard to even remember my real name.

Gaz blushed deeply and I wondered what was going on in that strange head of his.

"Well I-I-I always knew I'd meet you, that there was another Rebel Rebel out there. Another wild thing." he gabbed excitedly, tickling my side slightly in amusement. I squirmed away from him, holding back a giggle. I do not giggle. I was amazed that he had so much faith in me, someone who used sarcasm so much that it could be replaced for oxygen. I liked him, he was different from all the other brain dead Boyzone boys.

"Ok, what do you wanna call me?" I asked, hoping for a good new name. He grinned that mad mans grin of his and stood right in front of me, staring at me with pure affection.

"Scaramouche." Scara-what?

"Scaramouche? Isn't that a bit…crap?" it's definitely a weird name, but it's better then being known by my e-mail address. Gaz seemed a little put down by this.

"Well I did dream some others but frankly that sounded like the best." he snapped defensively as he walked a few feat away from me. Well I should at least hear him out.

"What were the others?" I asked, following him.

"U-uh…Long Tall Sally." no. "Honky Tonk Woman." that makes me sound like a brand of toy car for girls. "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds." I don't like heights. "Or…uh…Fat Bottomed Girl." hell no! no wonder he looked a little timid on that last one. There was no way I wanted to be known as Fat Bottomed Girl!

"I'll take Scaramouche." I decided and he nodded at my decision. Thinking about it, it wasn't that bad. I felt a smile creeping up as I thought about it. It was different, unique, like Gaz himself. "Scaramouche!" I cried out and Gaz grinned at me again. "Actually I quite like it. It sounds kind of anarchic. Almost like what I think they used to call a 'tune'." I said as Gaz walked closer. Something changed on his face as I said tune. He seemed to be thinking, but had an almost pained expression on his face, like all his thoughts were rushing at him at once. Maybe this is what he meant by head phrases?

"A tune. Yes. Scaramouche…Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?" the what? What the heck was the Fandango? It sounded like he wanted to…no. we only just met.

"Are you trying to get in my pants?" I snapped at him. He recoiled away from me in shock, a petrified expression on his face.

"N-N-No!" he cried, looking like he thought I was going to hit him.

"Then what's the Fandango?" I asked.

"I think that…perhaps…, perhaps it's dancing." he said optimistically. I only knew one form of dancing at it involved being like everyone else.

"Oh you mean like Gaga moves? Excuse me while I…uh puke. Global-soft write the song and work out the steps then every kid on Planet Mall does exactly the same thing." I said with a glare. Gaz didn't look very pleased either.

"I know. I-I-I think there was a time though when dancing wasn't like that. When it was more…free." he explained. That sounded a lot better then the other moves that the Gaga girls and Boyzone boys did. "You know, kind of…individually…expressive." he said. Then he did something completely…crazy. He started moving one of his arms in wide arcs while the other stayed by his waist, his fingers making weird gestures. He ran around as he did this and eventually ended up on his knees. I arched an eyebrow at him, trying my hardest not to laugh.

"Well I don't think I've ever seen anything so embarrassing in all my life." I muttered as I stared at him. He glared back at me.

"Well it looks better when I'm holding a tennis racket." he defended.

"Well it would have to." I shot back and he sighed in defeat as he stood back up.

"W-W-Well I-I think the Fandango is j-just about being friends." he said optimistically. He wants to be my friend? I glanced up at him to see him smiling hopefully at me. That stupid, amazingly cute grin of his was really starting to break through my walls that I had built up over the years.

"Friends? I…I've never…had a friend." I mumbled, feeling a little saddened by that. Gaz tilted his head to the side. Great, now his actions were starting to look cute.

"You amaze me." he chuckled, going back over to the van. No, I didn't want him to leave.

"But I'd quite like one though." I immediately regretted saying that. I had never felt more weak or vulnerable in my life. Gaz only mad it worse, with that big smile of his as he turned to face me. He also looked a little scared. This was a first for both of us.

"So…we are friends then?" he looked hopeful as well. I smiled, deciding that maybe a friendship with Galileo Figero wouldn't be so bad.

"If you want." I shrugged. His face lit up.

"I do. I really do!" he said excitedly as he ran at me. Before I could do anything he crushed me in a hug. I was enveloped in his scent as he wrapped me up in his arms. As much as I was loving the feeling being in his arms was giving me, my defensive nature kicked in and I pushed him away.

"Ok, so we're friends. But not that good friends." I said and his smile dropped. I rolled my eyes. "Yet." I added. His grin instantly returned.

"This is so cool." he said giddily.

"As long as you promise to work on your dancing." I mumbled. He smirked at me.

"Oh yeah?" he asked and before I knew what was happening he grabbed my, twirled me around then let me fall back into his arms as he dipped me low. I was panting, not quite expecting that. When he didn't let me up and just kept staring at me, I started to get a little uncomfortable.

"Uh Gaz?" I asked, my voice coming out as a faint whisper. Slowly he pulled me up, his hands running up under the sleeves of my homemade shirt. I shivered at his touch against my skin. Something was happening that I wasn't familiar with. When I was standing again, I realised that Gaz had pulled me right up against him and he didn't look like he had any intention of letting go. And the scary thing was…I didn't want him to. Slowly he started leaning down, his face coming closer to mine.

His eyes flickered to mine for a brief moment. I must have given him the sign for yes because his eyes slowly closed as he inched forwards. I followed suit, feeling something stir in the pit of my stomach.

Three inches between us.

Two inches.

One inch…

"Lets get them!" a voice, definitely female and Scottish, shouted.

"Oi you!" another, male, shouted after her.

Before I knew it I was being grabbed by a very angry wild haired blond woman who was shouting lots of insults at me as I struggled against her.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Galileo shouted as I was spun around and a rope was wrapped tightly around my neck. To my shock, Galileo advanced on us, looking ready to fight…for me? Just as he was about to try, a big black man wearing a bandana and red tinted sunglasses grabbed him from behind and pulled him back. "S-Scaramouche!" he cried as he was thrown against the van.

"Hey bitch! Where did your boyfriend get those words?" the girl demanded. Boyfriend? I glanced over at the shocked still Galileo. Even in this state, he still looked cute. Damn it.

"What words?" I demanded.

"Well he called you Scaramouche. He read the fragments. He knows the holey text." the girl yelled in my ear as she dragged me over to the van. I'll admit that I was scared. I think Gaz saw my look of fright because he tried to pull away from the mans hold on him, only to be shoved back against the van, a look of pain flashing over his features as the back of his head connected with the vans metal frame with a resounding thud. I winced, he might need that checked on.

"I-I-I don't know any holey text! I don't know what you're talking about!" he cried out in defence, because-like me-he had no idea what was going on.

"Long Tall Sally? Honky Tonk Woman? The words man…the words from the past." the other one spoke roughly. Wait, if they heard that then…they were there the whole time! They nearly saw us…crap.

"You've seen the fragments. You've been to the Heartbreak Hotel! You're a spy!" the girl yelled, tightening her hold on my neck. I could feel it getting harder to breath and chocked slightly. Gaz sent me a sorry look, looking like he wished he could take my pain for me.

"I- don't know what you're talking about." he cried. And then, because he was Gaz, he started laughing. Idiot. "I just hear them in my mind that's all." he explained, only to be slammed against the van again.

"Who are you?" the man demanded and Gaz cowered under his gaze.

"I don't know." he squealed girlishly. My hero. "Why do people keep asking that?" he asked before he got that pained look on his face again. Oh no, not now. "I am the walrus!" he cried and the man stepped away from him in amazement. Maybe those phrases were good for something. Gaz jumped up. "This is Major Tom to ground control. Do you hear the drums Fernando? I am…the dancing queen!" and that's all respect I had for him gone. The man and woman both looked equally confused, staring at Gaz like he was a mad man. Which he was.

"You just hear these…words in your head?" the man asked Gaz, who had seemed to relax a bit. He looked up, saddened. I felt my heart go out to him, knowing what he was going to say.

"Yes, I don't know where they come from. It drives me mad. All these phrases and sounds, and stupid useless questions. I mean, what the hell is a Tambourine Man?" he asked, giving us all pleading looks. "What's the story morning glory? Who was the real Slim Shady? I-I-it's torture." I sighed. Poor guy, having to live with that for all his life. "But all I know, and I don't know why I know it, is that I really, really, really wanna ziga zig ah." he finished. Great, more phrases.

The man looked confused before rushing over to me. I flinched, ready for pain, but quickly realised that he had pulled the girl away from me to talk with her. Immediately I rushed over to Gaz, feeling scared and I was afraid at what was going to happen to us. He gave me a concerned look, taking my hand gently in one of his and brushing his fingertips across my neck with the other. There must be a red line across my neck as his fingers took a specific route. He grimaced and I knew there was a mark. Slowly I took my hands and felt the back of his head, threading them through his hair to feel for a bump. His eyes closed against my touch and for a second I thought he was in pain, before a serene smile broke out across his face. I felt relieved that there was no bump, no damage. We were broken out of our moment by the female attacker calling me something I didn't approve of.

"His chick? What am I now? Poultry?" I snapped at the girl. She only sneered at me. Just as I was getting ready to start a fight, I felt Gaz grip my arm and hold me back.

"I don't have to prove myself to you!" he shouted. The girl wasn't happy with that.

"Test him!" she bellowed and I found myself shying back at her mighty voice. The man nodded at her before taking a few steps forwards and clearing his throat.

"Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead." he sang softly. Gaz's reaction was one of reorganisation, looking confused as he watched the man while stepping away from me a bit. The man pointed at Gaz, who flinched before steadying himself, a determined expression on his face.

"Mama, life had just begun. But now I've gone and thrown it all away." he sang back. I'll admit, his voice was beautiful, loud or soft. It had a certain huskiness that always made me shiver. What was this boy doing to me?

"H-He knows the text. But he's never read it! He's the man!" the black man spoke with excitement to the girl, who looked equally as excited. They turned to Galileo.

"Then what does it mean? who is mama! Who's been killed? Why have they thrown it all away?" the girl fired questions at him at an alarming rate. I just sighed and leaned back against the van as Galileo gave his usual answer.

"I don't know!" nice one Gaz…not.

"We've been searching for the meanings all our lives." the girl explained, moving away from Galileo slightly.

"I tell you…I just don't know. I just hear the words in my head." he explained desperately, running over to the man before he started to sing again. "Mama…ooooohhhh." our attackers quickly shut him up.

"You have to come with us!" the man said, more demanded. The girl looked over her shoulder at me.

"Not her, she isn't the one. We don't need her." she explained and I straightened up. They were going to separate us? I looked over at Galileo desperately to see him staring back at me.

"Now wait a minute! I'm not going anywhere without Scaramouche!" he said in a forceful voice while shaking off the mans hands from his arms and coming to stand beside me. I never thought he could be so manly. Feeling like there was too much attention on me, I decided to do what I do best. Put people down.

"Uhh Gazza, who says I want to go anywhere? These people could be killers." I said and his face fell so much I thought it would hit the floor.

"We are baby!" the man cried. "Killers! Thrillers and Bismillahs!" Bis-what?

"We're the resistance! The last hope!" the girl said in her thick Scottish accent.

"We are…the Bohemians!" the man cried out with such pride and honour that I wished I was one.

"And now you have a choice." the girl said, peaking my interest. "Are you ready to break free?"

"Do you want it all?" the man followed.

"To be a shooting star? A tiger?"

"Defying the laws of gravity!"

"Are you ready…to be the Champions!" the girl finished, looking at us both. I wanted to say yes, but kept cool and composed.

"Nah, sounds a bit boring if you ask me." I said with a yawn. That got Gaz's attention, making him face me with a hopeful smile.

"What?" he asked.

"Come on Gazza, I'm joking. Of course I want to go." he broke out into a grin.

"Alright!" he said. The black man, who still had yet to introduce themselves, came and spoke to us, sounding rather grave.

"Then understand this. If you come with us, if you join the Bohemians, there's no way back to Gaga land. You'll be outcasts forever, no longer a member of the Cons-human race!" he finished dramatically. Me and Gaz shared a knowing look, him smiling his mad mans smile and me grinning back.

"Sounds perfect, lets go!" I cried. The girl grinned and, to my amazement, jumped towards us and started singing! And she was very good at it.

Meat:
And you're rushing headlong, you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control

Brit:
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping and there's nothin'
You can do about it

Both:
Woo! There's nothin' you can do
No there's nothin' you can do about it

I wanted to join in. It was a cool song. I shared a look with Gaz, who grinned and nodded.

Brit:
No there's nothing you can

Galileo:
Nothing you can

Scaramouche:
Nothing you can

Meat:
Do about it

All:
And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping

Galileo & Scaramouche:
And there's nothing you can do about it

Meat:
He used to be a man with a stick in his hand

All:
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo

Brit:
She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand

All:
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo

Meat:
Now you've got soup in the laundry bag

Brit:
Now you've got strings, you're gonna lose your rag

Meat:
You're gettin' in a fight and it ain't so groovy

Brit:
When you're screaming in the night
Let me out of this cheap B-movie

All:
Headlong down the highway
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping

Meat:
And you can't stop rockin'

All:
And there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can
Nothin' you can do about it

Galileo:
When a red hot man meets a white hot lady

All:
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo

I blushed as we sang together, considering Gaz had looked straight at me as he sang that line.

Scaramouche:
Soon the fire starts to burn and gets 'em more than half crazy

All:
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo

Galileo:
Oh, now they start freaking everywhere you turn
You can't start walking 'cos your feet got burned

Meat:
It ain't no time to figure wrong from right
Cause reasons out the window, better hold on tight

All:
Headlong down the highway
And you're rushing headlong, out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping and there's

Brit:
Nothing

Meat:
Nothing

Galileo:
Nothing

Scaramouche:
Nothing

All:
Nothing you can, nothing you can
Nothing you can do about it
Headlong!

I hadn't even realised we had started walking as we sang, but as the song ended I realised we were far from that broken down van in the middle of nowhere. We walked for a long time, not talking much to keep up our energy. We past through wasteland, old streets that looked as though they hadn't had people walking down them in centuries, then more wasteland. Every time we rested Gaz wouldn't let me out of his sight, saying he wnated to keep me safe. It didn't help that every time he fell asleep he would wake us all up with his dreaming. But it was nice to feel protected by someone for a change, instead of protecting myself from them. More then once I had woken up to my head on his shoulder and his arm around my waist.

On the fifth day of walking, we kept going, not stopping until we started walking through a well hidden tunnel. I could see an opening up ahead. I had the man in front of me, Gaz beside me (clutching my hand tightly as we got closer) and the girl behind us as though they were trying to keep us surrounded. We finally got into an opening and it looked like another big tunnel. It had light and there was a large sign that said "Tottenham Court Road" on it. Just as we got fully inside the man turned around.

"Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel". he said and I noticed that there were suddenly a lot of people surrounding us. I inched closer to Galileo, who put himself before me and them.

The "Heartbreak Hotel" was filled with men and women, dressed similarly to the other two but then also different at the same time. One of the men stepped forward, he had long blonde hair and was for some strange reason wearing a pair of jeans open at the front to show off a pair of bright red Y fronts.

"Who are these two, Brit?" he asked looking at Galileo and I with suspicion. Ok so at least I know one of 'em's name.

"I think I've found him. The one we've been looking for. The Dreamer" 'Brit' said, stepping up. But the other man was not going to be proven wrong quite so easily.

"The Dreamer? Just because he has a leather jacket doesn't make him the Wild One. He looks like a clone from the zone to me" Gaz looked a little hurt at that, so I squeezed his hand reassuringly. He smiled weakly down at me.

"He calls himself… Galileo" if Brit thought this was going to prove himself right, then he had another thing coming as yet again the blonde man didn't want to give up

"Galileo? Then he must have seen the texts. He's a spy" this time the girl who had attacked us spoke up

"Which is what I said" Thanks a lot blondie.

"Kill him!" they all rushed forwards ready to attack Gaz, who was now completely in front of me. It seemed he was trying to stop the other Bohemians from getting to me. Brit stopped them, holding his arms out in front of Galileo

"Anyone who tries to kill the dude has to deal with me. He hasn't seen the texts, how could he? We guard them with our lives." as Brit held out his arms, one of his hands had inadvertently landed on one mans chest which was covered up by a gold corset that was obviously meant for a woman

"Do ya mind! That is ma boobie!" Brit quickly moved his hand

"Oh sorry." This time the girl spoke to our defence, well sort of.

"He says he dreams the words. He calls the chick Scaramouche" Ok that does it, now it's my turn to speak up.

"What is this 'chick' business? Do I have feathers? So I lay eggs?" at this point all the others looked behind me to check. Oh no you bloody well don't. I quickly turned around so they weren't looking. Gaz looked confused for a moment before his face turned red and he glared at all of the Bohemians. The man with the visible red underwear spoke.

"Hey lady! We believe that there was a time when, if a cool dude wished to refer to his red hot momma, he would use the term 'chick'. It was a mark of respect. Second only to 'bitch'". What did the lack of fresh air kill off some brain cells or something?

"Something tells me you've got that wrong" I mumbled and Gaz chuckled.

"Eh? We're getting off the point. The point is this dude is a spy." Gaz was getting equally annoyed with everyone calling him a spy.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about! And I didn't ask to be brought here. I don't know who you are or anything about your stupid texts" Brit once again came to Gazza's aid.

"He just know this stuff. It's in his head."

"What are these 'texts' anyway?" the blonde man was starting to trust Galileo, I think.

"Fragments, nothing more. Stuff that we and other Bohemians across the global shopping precinct have found." another Bohemian stepped forward, a girl who was covered in tight leather.

"We have scraps of stuff, magazines". This was starting to get interesting, finally I was around people like myself and Gaz. That meant I might not be an individual to Gaz anymore though.

"Magazines?" the blonde guy stepped forward again.

"They were kind of like Web Sites but they were made of paper and you could touch them. And weird static commercials, stuck to walls- they were called posters. We take our names from these clues from the age of rock." At this all of the Bohemians stepped forward introducing themselves;

"I'm Aretha."

"Jackson Five."

"Donny Osmond." then the blonde guy finally told us his name.

"And I am Sir Paul McCartney but I prefer to be called Big Macca." The blonde girl who had helped get us here stood up for everyone to see her properly.

"And I'm Meat. You can call me Miss Loaf" a girl in what looked like a cowboy hat stepped up.

"I'm Madonna." then there was the guy in the corset.

"I'm the Artist Formally Known as Prince, currently known as the Artist Formally Known as Prince." A guy that was wearing a white skirt over his trousers stood in front

"I'm Cliff Richard." then the girl in the leather stepped forward again and I could have sworn I heard it squeak.

"Charlotte Frigging Church." she didn't look too happy about the name. Another man stood up.

"And I am Bob. Bob the poet. Bob the rebel. Bob the prophet, I, am Bob the Builder." I nodded. Not the best name out of all of them. Me and Gaz turned to the man who had helped us along with Meat.

"And who are you?" I asked.

"Me? I am the biggest, baddest, meanest, nastiest, ugliest, most raging, rapping, rock and rolling, sick, punk, heavy metal, psycho bastard that ever got get down funky. They call me Brittney Spears." after all the introductions Galileo still had another question.

"And what is this place, this Heartbreak Hotel?" Big Macca stepped forward again as though he was hoping one of them was going to ask this.

"Get the man a chair please." one of the Bohemians ran off to look for a chair but I had other things on my mind.

"It's a rebel base. The last free thinking place on planet mall." he explained as they pulled Gaz onto a box so fast that he didn't have time to let go of my hand and ended up pulling me down with him. I was pulled onto his lap, facing him with barely an inch between us. He gulped loudly, fumbling for words.

"S-S-Sorry." he mumbled quietly. I broke eye contact as I scrambled up.

"N-No worries." I mumbled sheepishly. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to stutter? I quickly decided to change the subject. "So where do you get all this great gear? You look fantastic" Meat stepped up to me, starting to look a bit excited, like I was her freaking little sister. It was a little intimidating.

"We find it, we're scavengers. Fancy a makeover? You're a Bohemian now." all the girls walked over to Meat and I and were talking excitedly about clothes. I guess it would be nice to wear something that isn't a ripped up bed sheet.

"We-ell." I considered. I felt a tug on my hand and turned to look down at Gaz.

"Go on Scaramouche. You deserve it and I think they'll do a good job." he said honestly. I felt myself blush heavily. What was with me lately? This seemed to be answer enough, for the girls started to chatter hastily.

"How about some tight jeans?"

"I hate my bum."

"A short skirt?"

"I hate my legs."

"A cropped top?"

"I hate my stomach… and my hips… I quite like my arms…"

"Well then lets…"

"But not my hands…"

"So, we'll be needing something that accentuates your elbows?" Big Macca who was clearly getting annoyed with all the girls talking about clothes spoke up.

"Girls please! I am talking to 'The Man' here" but Meat wasn't finished.

"Well it's better than talking out of your bum, Paul!"

"Sir Paul" he corrected her.

"Whatever. Go on hen, I've got loads of stuff back there, just have a laugh." I took one last look at Gaz, who nodded encouragingly, then walked over to the door but then turned back for one more thing.

"It's you lot that'll be having the laugh!" and with that I went through the door and couldn't believe all the clothes I saw. I started picking out clothes. I wanted something tomboyish, but pretty. I don't know why, but I wanted to look pretty...for Galileo.

"I'm going mad." I muttered to myself. As I sifted through the clothes I realised I could still hear what all the others were saying outside. They were all listing names but I couldn't pick out who was saying them.

"Buddy Holly, Jimi Hendrix."

"Kurt Cobain."

"Janice Joplin."

"Jim Morrison."

"Bob Marley."

"John Lennon." and then I heard what was unmistakably Meats voice say.

"Freddie…". I could hear Meat begin to sing, then occasionally all the others. She was singing about all the people who had died young. I presumed that's who all the people they had named were. I couldn't help but let a tear fall while I was changing.

I don't know what I would do if that happened to Galileo. He was the Dreamer, the one who could save us from Killer Queen. And more importantly (to me) he was the man I was in love with, and this time I was fine with admitting it.

Sorry it's long but a lot does happen. I wanted to make sure this last part was in Scaramouche's point of view. It's currently 5.13am, tell me what you think.

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