We'll Meet Again Chapter 3
Location: Duxford, Former RAF station from WWII UK. Now a fully established Imperial War Museum.
Time: Present day. 09:00
Jay heard the dulcet tones of "Sit on my face" by Monty Python and grinned. Several amused looks were turned her way from the tourists, but there were a few that were disapproving.
Bollocks to ya! Was the quick glance she sent back to them.
She'd been on this former RAF base for exactly thirty seven minutes and was already bored senseless. Jay had been here many times in her life and was distinctly getting fed up with the place. Most of her research, as far at this latest investigation was concerned, had taken her to this station, but the moments that were most significant was when her former university mate, also old friend and historian at the museum, had left Jay alone with Sam to shag each other senseless on top of a Spitfire. And, no pun intended, Sam had certainly lived up to that! Jay huffed in satisfaction at the memory. Oh those Rolls Royce Merlins were no substitute for when Sam got going!
She shook herself.
Oh she enjoyed the history but the constant buffeting of a past she hadn't even remembered was starting to get on her nerves.
She felt certain that she'd had another past life other than the one the Witch Finder had shown her, and it was really freaking her out.
Yeah, so she was what they called an Old Soul. Whoever the fuck "they" are!
She glanced at the caller ID and grinned again as she placed the cell phone to her ear.
"'Ello sexy. What colour boxers you wearin'?"
"Uh. Sorry Dean." She wasn't at all bothered and she smiled broadly. Jay had caught him out before.
"Jay?"
She frowned. Dean sounded worried. "What's wrong mate? Sam alright?"
There was a significant pause, and that told Jay everything. "Where?"
"Kings Lynn…" Dean's voice was a little shaky. She got the feeling he wanted tell her more but couldn't find the words.
"I'm on my way." And then she hung up, scrabbling for her car keys.
Not again. Not Sam!
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The Queen Elizabeth Hospital Kings Lynn NHS Trust, UK.
Dean had been pacing the waiting room for what seemed like hours when Jay showed up.
In a rare un-Dean like moment he dragged her into his arms and just held on.
This is bad. Jay thought to herself. Worse than that haunting at the Bloody Tower, and the Hampton Court Maze.
"Dean? What happened to Sam?" Jay almost pleaded, but her voice was rough from too little sleep, combined with a long journey and excess worry. So she sounded a little angry.
Before Dean could answer they both recognized the song. It was faint and it echoed eerily throughout the now empty hospital corridor,
but it was there….
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through, just the way you used to do
Till the blue skies chase the dark clouds far away
Now, won't you please say "Hello" to the folks that I know
Tell 'em it won't be long
'cause they'd be happy to know that when you saw me go
I was singing this song
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when
But I'm sure we'll meet again some sunny day.
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Sorry it's short but still trying to work through the kinks of moving house.
Please tell me what you think.
Kind regards,
ST.xxx.