A/N - I know it has been ages since i last updated this story, but now i have :) hope you like it. Please R&R.


I stared at the ready-meal in front of me, Disgusted. When Vince had been there I had always cooked. Good proper food not cheap mush. He didn't like that.

The funeral was planned for 2 weeks time, Naboo and Bollo knew it had taken me six days to get through to them, but I eventually had. They were distraught, totally and utterly distraught.

They were flying back on the six o'clock flight, I should have been on my way there, but I couldn't face them. So, instead, I was staring into this blasted ready-meal.

I switched on the television and settled on a jazz programme, the noise blared over me, like the waves of the sea. I quickly switched it off and stood up, dropping the remote onto the floor.

The plane would be landing now, Naboo and Bollo getting off to find nobody to pick them up. I opened the window to let some fresh air in. It got jammed half way up with a nest on the outside. I clambered out onto the roof with my screwdriver ready to do some serious damage. It wouldn't budge.

I turned round and looked at the sky. Two doves were chasing each other lovingly in the air a few feet or so above me. They looked so happy, as if they had something to live for. Unlike me.

I looked down at the street below me. Deserted as always. I heard the faint noise of a car. I stepped forward and fell. Tumbling down to the pavement below. A car raced round the corner a gorilla and a shaman. I lifted my head slowly and said "im sorry"

The there was darkness.