AN - Another random popped into my head thing. Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews these. Am internet-less at home so sneaking posting things at work, so can't reply individually at the moment. I am very sorry, but really do appreciate all your kind words.

As the ground opened up beneath him and he felt himself fall, the one word that went through Owen's head was "bollocks".

He lay on the ground in the disused, rotten house that he had been searching and looked up at the ceiling-that-had-once-been-floor he had fallen through.

He did a quick mental assessment.

Ribs – Broken or cracked, jolly good

Arms – seemed fine

Back - hurts like a bastard, but everything wiggles

Head - I think therefore I am

Legs – foot should not face that direction. Arse.

A giggle welled up inside him.

"Medic!" he yelled.