Meanwhile, further in north central London
In a street filled with rubble from houses, trees, cars and with holes dotted around the ground that was the road, Cheese walked with Bobble walking alongside him. Fawn was sitting on Cheese' back. The two had been on the move since early this morning. Last night, an event they had never experienced occurred, and it was one that affected them deeply. Tinkerbell, their friend and a very well-known fairy in Neverland, was dead, killed when she was caught in a rubble landslide when a Martian tripod smashed into the building she was on, and she had been killed saving her friends. Her death had really affected them, so much so that they had barely spoken to one another when they had woken up, as if they felt themselves not worthy to speak for their friend to pay the price for saving them. It was the guilt survivors regularly felt when they watched their friends die and they would question themselves why they had died, or why they themselves had lived. Bobble, Cheese and Fawn felt pretty much the same way. They were mentally asking themselves why Tinkerbell had to die and why they had to live. They wanted her back, but…there was nothing they could do about it now. She was gone and that was it.
As Cheese climbed over the top of a fallen gas lamp, Bobble looked ahead and through his goggled glasses, he could just about see the top of Big Ben in the far off distance.
"There's that big tower," he said to Fawn, pointing ahead at it to Fawn. "If I remember correctly, that's where the river is,"
Fawn nodded. "Okay," she said quietly.
"We might meet the others there," Bobble said. "I hope they're okay,"
Silence descended between the two as they moved further down the road. Even though they had wings, they did not feel like flying there, mainly because they had little pixie dust left and they had to bring Cheese with them as well, which would use up almost the last of their pixie dust, but also because…because they just did not feel in a flying mood. Usually, flying was associated with happiness, but…with Tinkerbell gone…was there any point in being happy?
"How d'you think we're gonna tell them?" Fawn asked.
Bobble sighed. "I … I … I don't know, Fawn," he replied. "I haven't ... well, really thought about it," He paused. "It's … it's still affecting me,"
"I can't imagine what the others are going to feel like when we tell them," Fawn said.
"I know," Bobble replied. "It'll be hard,"
"And Neverland'll never be the same,"
"Fawn, please stop," Bobble wiped away a tear from his eye.
Silence fell between them again for a few moments until Fawn broke the silence.
"How d'you think we should tell them?" she said.
"I don't know, Fawn!" Bobble blurted out in an angry type of voice, making Cheese squeak nervously. "I don't know, okay! Can we please, just…stop?!"
He took a deep breath to calm down and looked up at Fawn.
"I'm sorry, Fawn," he said. "I didn't mean to say that,"
She nodded a little, whether she was accepting it or not, he did not know, but he was mentally cursing himself. Tinkerbell's death was having a big impact on both of them and they could only imagine how the others would feel when they told them. It would be horrible!
After a few moments, Bobble said: "C'mon, we better keep moving," and they continued on.
"I hope we meet the others there," Fawn said.
"We will," Bobble replied, though a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Whether the others would even be at the river, he did not know. He kept the thought that the Martians had killed them all out of his mind and aggressively told himself the others would be there and they would meet them there.
That was providing, though, that the Martians did not get there first.