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A/N: Hopefully this isn't too crazy. My other stories never had 'proper' antagonists in them, and that's why they weren't very good.

The reason I mentioned the song Space Oddity is that I was listening to it as I typed. Anyway, that song really fit that part of the story. Plus it's a great (though terribly sad) song. Look it up! I'm sure it's on YouTube.

And, if you know the Kander & Ebb musical Cabaret, then you'll find some spoilers in this chapter...

Friday, March/?/1974

Dear Diary,

Today was very interesting.

Well... the first half was. It's not even near lunchtime at the time of this writing, but enough insanity to fill up two 'normal' days has already happened!

I awoke to the sound of something hitting the bedroom window. After a moment I got out of bed, put on a dressing gown, and walked over to see what it was. By then Eddie was still asleep.

The very second I moved the curtain aside I saw a very strange young man standing in the middle of the front yard throwing pebbles. He wore a glittery t-shirt, a black leather jacket, jeans, and hand-sequined combat boots. For some reason, his otherwise dark brown hair had a few streaks of electric blue in it.

As soon as he noticed me, he stopped with the pebbles.

So, I opened the window.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" I shouted.

"I WAS WONDERING THE SAME THING!" he replied.

Rolling my eyes, I left the room and ran all the way down the stairs to meet the strange person. Thank God for that dressing gown I'd found, because I always take far too long to get dressed. By the time I got to the front yard he was still standing there quite cheerfully.

"Will you please explain who you are?" I asked, arms crossed.

He rolled his eyes. "There's not much to explain about me. My name is Winslow. I'm an old friend of Eddie Scott, you see. Since you were in his bedroom a few minutes ago, I'd say you know each other...?"

"Of course I know him. I'm his girlfriend," I replied unhappily.

"Whoa. I'm, like, his best friend and I didn't know about you! His girfriend, eh? And I thought he was gay! How did I miss this?"

"Um, a lot has happened lately. I'm sure he'll explain."

"There really must be a lot going on. Like, trouble. This morning I overheard two guys talkin' about Eddie. And a gal named 'Columbia' or somethin'."

At that, my face paled. "What sort of guys? And what were they talking about?"

"I think they said that there's a contest or something going on. The old Queen- whoever that is- apparently thinks you guys know some sort of secret. So she's sent those two guys after ya. And there's a dude named Lordy who's also looking for you two. I think there's a reward..."

"Oh my god..." I muttered.

Clearly, we knew enough about Frank that they saw us as a threat. And apparently at least two groups were after us. From what little I'd heard, De Lordy never worked alone. Too lazy.

That's when we heard the crash.

It all happened pretty fast, so I'm still not exactly sure what happened. I'll try to write it all step by step.

Okay...

What set it off was the crash. Somebody shot the window of Eddie's bedroom, shattering the glass. Though I didn't know it just then, Eddie wasn't even in the room at that point.

After that, two men in peculiarly clean pinstriped business suits appeared out of the hedges that surrounded us. One- the stupider, stronger one- tried to grab me, but Winslow tripped him.

The shorter, cleverer of the two men in suits just stood there shouting: "Your a damn fool, Mister Rosencrantz!"

And then Mr. Braune drove a minivan out of the garage. Before I could think of protesting- or doing anything, for that matter- someone opened the door of the van, grabbed me, and dragged me into the back seat. That person happened to be Eddie. Hardly a second later, Winslow also jumped into the van.

As we drove away, I heard Mister Rosencrantz loudly saying: "Now what do I do, Mister Guildenstern?"

After we'd been driving for a while, we all finally caught our breath. Though I suppose only Winslow and I had needed to catch our breaths. Eddie looked pretty calm, all things considered. And Mr. Braune seemed like he did this sort of thing every day.

"Why are they after us?" Winslow asked, looking freaked out.

"Well, they're-" I began to say… then, suddenly, I paused. "What do you mean, 'us'?"

Winslow grinned. "I mean we're a team. We four are working together to escape from those people who are after us until we can beat them in a badass fight later on. It's like in the pictures!"

"Can't we just go back to the castle?" I asked, not caring that Winslow and Mr. Braune weren't supposed to know about it.

"Um, we've been driving the wrong way for far too long at this point," Eddie pointed out.

It was about then that I dimly realized that the radio was playing rather loudly. So Mr. Braune probably couldn't hear the conversation going on in the backseat. The song that played at that very moment had a sort of melancholy to it.

"What's the song that's playing?" I asked.

"Space Oddity, by David Bowie," Winslow explained happily.

"Oh. It's… nice." Though I said that, it wasn't.

That song was so very depressing. Chilling. Being about a fictional failed voyage into space, I suppose that it shouldn't be cheerful. Now that I think about it, listening to a song like that isn't a good way to begin a somewhat dangerous trip like ours. Bad luck, isn't it?

Let's hope we survive our journey (unlike the song's 'Major Tom').

Oh, that was a depressing thing to write. Anyway…

After we'd been driving for a while, we stopped on the side of the road. It's not like Mister Rosencrantz and Mister Guildenstern were actually following us after we'd left Denton. And we needed to plan on what to do next.

"For one thing, we need fake names," I said.

"Why?" Winslow asked.

"Because they're looking for 'Columbia' and 'Eddie Scott'. I'm pretty sure de Lordy doesn't actually know what any of us looks like," I explained.

"Yet we still might want to dye your hair back to whatever color it naturally is. Everyone who meets you remembers the pink hair," Eddie pointed out.

I sighed. "Fine. But first we need new names. New names and new identities!"

That took a while. For one thing, Winslow kept thinking of crazy names that sounded like rock bands (and, indeed, often were stolen from them).

In the end I became Sally Ross- the girlfriend of Lucas Bradshaw (Eddie). Christopher Bradshaw/Mr. Braune thought of that one. Crazy old guy apparently knew a 'lovely young girl' called that. Much to my amusement, Christopher Bradshaw was quite happy to be the 'father' of Lucas/Eddie. Strangely, he didn't seem so happy about being dad to Martin 'Marty' Bradshaw. I guess it's because he doesn't know Martin/Winslow very well.

We spent the next few hours inventing back-stories. Since I'm not part of the newly-invented Bradshaw family, I zoned out for most of that.

It was around then that Eddie returned this diary to me. Yay!

I'll write more later. That's all that's happened today and Mr. Bradshaw says we're getting breakfast now. Even food a thousand times worse than Fräulein Greta's cooking would seem good at the moment. I'm famished!

- Columbia (a groupie)/Sally Ross

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