Hannah rushed upstairs as she heard Immie calling her name. She grinned at Immie, and, seeing that she was alright, commenced singing to her iPod, which was in her ears. Immie soon joined in.
"We've gotta hold on, to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other, and that's a lot for love...
WO-OAH! Half way there!
WO-OAH! Living on a prayer!
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
WO-OAH! Living on a prayer!"
"High five for awesomeness!" said Hannah, raising her hand in the air and meeting Immie's in mid-air, as they built up for the final chorus.
"How have we not made an album yet?" Immie asked disbelievingly. "We are too good."
"It's because I can't sing," surmised Hannah. "And because people don't recognise true awesomeness these days-how do you think Justin Bieber got a record deal?"
"Hmm..." said Immie. "They are clearly intimidated by our awesomeness. Especially when I'm in my tiger costume."
"Cue Eye of the Tiger!" yelled Hannah triumphantly.
"And it's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rivals..."
The song petered out as the pair realised that neither knew the rest of the words, and, more disturbingly, that they had suddenly moved, and were now surrounded by trees.
"Well, this is weird," said Hannah, just for something to break the sudden shocked silence.
"Naha!" Immie grabbed Hannah's arm in fear, "We're in my dream! Any minute now, we're going to be attacked by noses!"
"Don't be silly, Immie, of course we're not in your dream, and we are not going to be attacked by noses. We are clearly in a fictitious construct, which may possibly be real and we have come here because we are dead and/or we have just be shot/run over."
"Been watching too much Ashes to Ashes, Naha" Immie stated drily.
"I suppose, but my point still stands-about the noses that is. We may, however, be attacked by them. Hide!" Hannah whispered urgently, as Immie followed her finger to see Sir Guy of Gisborne (with his nose, still, luckily) with a woman, riding a horse. Hmm...this is slightly surreal...mused Immie, as they ducked behind a tree.