Jane pulled into the drive-way of Mr. Mandrake's estate. She stepped out of the car into the pouring rain, her boots clopping in the puddles.
She pulled over her raincoat hood and put her hands in her pocket.
She went up the steps to Nathaniel's door. She tapped on it three times. She heard footsteps. Strange, they were a woman's. It must be Mr. Mandrake's Maid, Ms. Piper.
Ms. Piper pried open the lock. "Hello, Ms. Farrar. What may you be doing here?"
"I heard that Mr. Man-John, was still alive. I came to see if it was true," she replied with a flat face.
"Of course. He is, I assure you-" She stopped as Nathaniel came into the room.
"Jane? You're alive," he said with a shocked expression.
"I have been-more than once. I didn't know that you were though," she responded.
"Please, come in," he wavered her. "We have much to discuss."
"May I start off," she asked.
"Of course!"
"Do you believe in God?"
"Let's go," Kitty said. She got out of her seat, picking up her coffee. Henry scooted out of his chair, and followed Kitty.
They left Vinny's Diner. Kitty hopped into the driver's seat while Henry sat in the passenger's. She slid the keys into the lock and stepped on it.
'How do you know if he's even still alive," Henry asked.
"There was a picture of him in the paper."
"It could've been a fake."
"No, it couldn't have been. I could tell. He's alive-I can feel it, I can just know."
Well, Nathaniel's flirting with Jane, Ms. Piper's making terrible lunch. How wonderful is this? Not very.
So, as I was saying. Nathaniel is flirting around with a beer bottle1, and now-
Kitty's on her way! Yay! One person I actually like out of this jolly group.
literally
Kitty arrived at the doorstep and knocked on it. Well, knocked isn't exactly the right word. Used Henry as a battering ram is more like it.
Nathaniel opened the door. He gasped.
"K-kit
Nathaniel opened the door. He gasped.
"K-Kitty," he said in awe.
"Nathaniel," Kitty said, the clasped her hands to her mouth.
"Dern it! Did ANYONE here you?! Are you alone?!"
"I have Henry," she replied in the fear that strikes her more often then portrayed.
"Both of you get in the house NOW," said Nathaniel in an angry, booming voice.
"Dang. No one better have overheard you. Ms. Piper, put the demons on alert," Nathaniel shouted with anger.
"Yes, sir."
"Darn! Do you even know how many people want to kill me?! They could-"
"Jo-Na-John. Everyone's dead. Get that in your THICK, BONEHEADED SKULL," said Jane, in a raging, loving fit.
"Jane, don't you at him!"
"Hey, don't tell me wh-"
"Listen. Jane, you're right. She's right, Nathaniel. Listen to her, but Jane, please don't yell at him. Please don't yell at him!!!"
The front door broke through and slammed into the columns. They were fortuantly there, though, now, it's bad. That was the only thing protecting Jane, Kitty, and Nathaniel from the outside world.
"Hello, Bartimaeus. I'm back," said Honorious.