Thank you to all the reviewers and lovely people reading this, sorry it's so short x I promise it'll get there!
"Next stop Wellington Station" bleated the train, finally pulling past Westpac Stadium and up to the Railway Station platform. The floral nightgown and enormous black hat combo propped itself up carefully, clutching its purse to its breast. "Where are we off to?" whispered Snails, popping his legs out and shuffling off the carriage with the elegance of a yak in heat.
"Youth Hostel...happy face" murmured Slime, adjusting his pearl necklace (he had discovered twitter around year three of their travels, and hadn't quite got the hang of when to use emoticons or slang).
"YEEAAaaHrglle!" they screeched in unison as the storm hit them outside, their nightgown flying up to reveal an indecent amount of Snails' skinny thighs and a small bantam hen named Sally. Making a frantic dash across the road, the two goblins pushed past the rather bedraggled German tourists outside Hotel Waterloo and Backpackers and into the safety of the building.
"Two-er one bed today" Slime requested, sliding across a dog eared ID card and pile of coins pilfered from an unsuspecting magpie the day before.
(Right at that moment, the magpie was puzzledly pecking at the strange brown beans that its shiny metal things has turned into. Five minutes later, it had developed a worrying eye twitch and desire to pull an all-nighter. Five years later, it was taking a lecture on the superiority of single-origin and twirling its waxed moustache- but I digress).
"Enjoy your stay, miss er Gertrude Steinblazer" the hollow eyed man behind the counter intoned, sliding across their key card, "90 years old and travelling all the way to Nu Zild? I think you might be the oldest guest we've ever had here".
"Do you know Sarah Williams?" blurted out Snails from beneath 'Gertrude Steinblazer's' luminous nightgown.
"Sarah? Of course, everyone knows everyone in Wellington. Now what is she up to at the moment...?" he tapped his soul patch thoughtfully while staring at the ceiling. "Ah! She's a film maker and editor, I think she's doing really well for herself. Are you her gran?"
"A friend of her mother's" Slime grinned sweetly, "could you tell me where to find her bae?"
"Uh.. let me check facebook..." (a long pause followed in which Slime looked longingly at his phone).
"She works at the Aro Valley video store...looks like it's closed tonight because of the weather. Look why don't I take you tomorrow? I haven't seen her in a while and I've got the day off".
Slime's grin stretched further, "YASS I'd love that."
Sarah sat cross legged on her bed, a cup of noodles in one hand and a mitten on the other. "Damn lighting" she grumbled to herself, "we'll have to re-shoot that part".
A flash of lightning lit up the bedroom, making her jump and slosh the noodle juice on her duvet. As she went to prop the cup up on her dresser, a flash of white caught her eye outside.
It can't be...