Back from holiday!

It was great fun.

I got to use my camcorder. I have a cracking bit in the video where my wee cousin dances like Michael Jackson. Hilarious.

It was my wee cousins birthday on the Tuesday. He was three. He's very cute and rather excited by his presents, particularly the sand table. And the crazy golf.

We went to Port Logan on the Thursday. It was flaming freezing! At a beach in the cold...

That night we went for the delayed meal in celebration of Stewart's three years of living. It was lovely. The only real problem was that my gran decided she wasn't coming. She went into a huff when she tried to give Jacob and Stewart a row and my aunt sighed. She'd already given them a row.

My gran has dementia.

It's not nice.

We went to the pub three nights that week. The first night we were down "Ballieston Billy" kept on buying me drinks, even though I was fed up with it and didn't want any more alcohol. Aunty Hazel ended up drinking it for me. Even she, not in the mood for dark rum that night, ended up pouring hers into my grandpa's glass.

On the Friday night, I tried my first cocktail: Fat Frogs. They were really nice. But I was glad I was not as drunk as Jon (my aunt's fianceé). It was quite funny. Especially when, the next night in the pub, he asked me the same question.

That Saturday, there was music provided by Jim and Meryle, who were local farmers who sang. It was OK, but I didn't know most of the songs. Even more so with the fact that they were slow songs. Dancing couples.

I tried the Crazy Vimtos that night. Not as good as the Fat Frogs.

I think I have drunk more alcohol in that week than in a month of going to uni!

Joanne came down on the Tuesday. She seemed to be in a wee world of her own. And she was slower than me at getting ready. And that is saying something! I've always been the slowest.

Rachel said that when Joanne came in muddy and was told to get changed, she stood on her bed to get her suitcase out - with her muddy shoes on...

Learned something new about members of my family too. Such as how my mum got my gran and grandpa to marry. (My grandpa is not my biological grandpa - he's a step-grandpa. And my Aunty Hazel is a half-aunt, etc.) She popped up behind the couch while they were watching TV one day and asked him if he was going to marry my gran cause everyone else had a daddy in her class. Aww... sweet!

Then I found out that my Uncle Martin became distant from our family cause he didn't like my dad. Very stupid of him.

Also found out that Mairaed was a right little madam. (Right enough, I kinda already knew this.) When Kirsty had her electronic baby home, Mairaed pushed back the head to "break its neck" deliberately cause she knew it would be recorded. And at that time poor Kirsty had no form to fill in to tell the teachers why this had happened.

She sounds really vicious, doesn't she. Right little bossy boots, an' all.

I seem to get bossed about by younger folk a lot... and older folk, for that matter...

It's raining

... and I hate it.

I don't mind it when it rains during the day, right enough. It's just the fact it rains during the night and the water comes through the very, very small hole in the roof and dripping onto my bed. Creating wet patches.

Saturday night, I got woken up by the dripping. So deciding to be clever about this I went to get some kitchen roll. You see, I've already used kitchen roll to save myself from nights on the too small for anyone couch, and it's worked quite well, considering it's not actually stuck on the bit of wood. (There's a hole where dad found the drip and put his hand through it. It was rather damp and the ceiling came away. It was originally found to be above Rachel's top bunk. Which is strange. She's been getting really annoying lately ever since watching a whole load of Red Dwarf, so I've christened her Lister. She even cracks her knuckles. Particularly in the middle of the night. So there was Lister on the top and Rimmer on the bottom. Now we've changed the beds so there's no bunks and I am directly under the damn drip.)

Actually, I blame everyone who talked about Red Dwarf so much from the Writers and who wore damn Ace Rimmer t-shirts for turning Rachel into an annoying... grr!

Anyways, the drip had kind of stopped but then it started up again in a slightly different place.

Smart little me decided to stick the kitchen roll up with cellotape. It worked for a few seconds till it fell down. And it was totally soaked, so I binned that bit and went and got some more, waking up Lister - sorry, Rachel - in the process.

This didn't last long; it got soaked through. So I just got a basin and tried to sleep on my bed with a basin next to me.

Of course the noise managed to keep me awake. *Drip - drip - drip.*

Finally the rain, and thus the dripping, stopped and I could take the basin off my bed and go back to tossing and turning.

As the birds started their early morning sing-song...

Things Have Been Happening away from the world of Red Dwarf!

We did the rest of the Clyde Walkway from the Garrion Bridge to Hamilton.

It was rather fun; I got to watch Rachel and dad fighting with each other, while I got left alone! Result! (By fighting, I mean carrying on.)

We had to pass through a field at one point which contained cows, calves - and bulls. Rachel was terrified - she kept on jumping a mile whenever a cow mooed. She wouldn't let us speak either, incase the noise made the cows charge at us! It was quite funny!

We went to lunch at Frankie and Benny's. I had those gigantic meatballs again! I managed to eat it all this time.

Going back a bit, me and my wee sister tried to go see Year One in Glasgow on Thursday, but had to give it a pass cause it was going to take forever till the next showing.

I was also invited twice to go to Burger Thursday, whcih I thought wouldn't be happening since we're on holiday. Although I was still in Glasgow at this point, I couldn't be assed, to cut a long story short. Also, I thought it would be kinda harsh to leave my sister in the middle of Glasgow, saying, "I'm away to the pub, bye!" and leaving her to find her own way to Glasgow Central.

That's about it. The rest of my days has been spent watching Red Dwarf and the extras of Red Dwarf. Now I'm away to watch the rest of "Blue".

A Red Heron

It wasn't really red, but I thought it would be a good title for a post.

Heron's are black and white.

Anyway, me and my sister went along the Clyde Walkway today, starting from my house. We intended to go all the way to Hamilton, but we gave up at the Garrion Bridge. We managed to catch a bus back; which was lucky!

We managed to frighten a heron as we walked along, what with our rustling of the grass. It took off and flew upriver, out of the way of danger. It was a pretty impressive sight!

At Crossford, we came across a huge spider. My wee sister was stepping over it when she noticed it. She is very scared of them. She gave a skip and a scream and scared the hell out of me. When I looked for the spider, I thought, that looks rather plasticky. So I bravely touched it with my foot. It moved. Rachel nearly jumped out of her skin!

"It's plastic," I said. "It only moved cause I moved it with my foot."

That was the funniest thing ever!

Can't wait till Thursday - more Red Dwarf will be bought!

You should see my Bebo page... I have eventually changed the skin...

Party time!

It's not really a party, but I do have a box of alcohol I haven't opened yet. 24 bottles of Blue WKD in a box. I don't quite know why I presauded my parents to buy it from Costco.

I got my results for my exams in. I passed them all, even one I was exempt from. Odd really. The other odd thing was that I got 45% in Physics in the Open Air - and I still passed. I thought you had to get 50% to pass in these uni exams. I was obviously wrong.

My wee sister is at her last day of school just now. She phoned Mum and asked if she could dog a class, cause no-one else was going and she'd be "nigel-ed". I don't know why she's complaining, she's only got one hour and twenty minutes to go.

Then we can have lunch. In the Woodpecker. Mum's started this thing where we go to the Woodpecker for a cheap three course meal at the end of every term. It's a tradition, apparently. Since last year.

Just like it's apparently tradition to go to China Sea at Christmas time. Which I was unaware of till I had missed it, thanks to Hazel's party I went to.

Things I have done from my to do list

1. I "fixed" my CV.
2. I printed off ten copies, but one was used by me in an attempt to usher a buzzing bee out of the room and it got a bit crushed. I wasn't very successful; I would jab at the bee then run away before it had moved. I must have screamed more than I have done in my entire life. My dad eventually had to come and save us.
3. I did go on the WiiFit. On Monday and Tuesday. And I walked up and down the brae yesterday. My legs were in agony. I tried to do the push-up and thingy rep; I can't do push-ups, so I was more falling over than exercising. But I still managed to get more points than Rachel...
4. I did begin to figure out some kind of programme for the Beavers; not done very much of it, though.
5. I went "job-hunting". Kind of. Lisa had told me about a job going in Peacocks. It's for four hours in the weekend. I only went there for a job, cause I had a list of things to buy for my mum, and I thought I'd better do that and get the stuff down the road.
6. I haven't actually started panicking about re-sitting an exam yet, cause the results aren't up on PEGASUS yet and this is annoying me more and more, shoving any panicky thoughts out of my head. Also, I've been watching a lot of Red Dwarf and I think it's fried my worrying parts of my brain.
7. I have completely forgotten about the other club; I have had other things to think about and it's driven all thoughts of it out of my head.

Other Things I have to do

• Phone SAAS and find out how to do this stupid application thing. There is no option for what I need to get (apparently) and I have no idea what to do. I e-mailed them but those smegheads haven't replied yet. Even though it's been more than 15 working days.
• I am definitely too much Red Dwarf.
• I should probably write more stories.

So I have 7 things to do during the holiday. And after that, I will have nothing to do for weeks on end. It will probably be a good idea to read some of the backlog of books I have yet to read.

The End of the Beginning

The wall of pain hit Rick so suddenly that he nearly passed out from the shock alone. He had never felt anything like it; he had been quite fortunate in his life to not have any major injuries.
He fell to the ground, his ineffective ice receding back to his hand. He heard Angie scream hazily as though she was screaming into a pillow at the other end of the street.
Rick couldn’t quite believe he had been shot; he couldn’t quite believe he was going to die. He looked down at his shirt. It was soaked in blood. He remembered the letter. He really wished he had the strength to read it. He could feel his life flowing out of him.
He closed his eyes, welcoming the darkness.
Rick died.

***

Angie screamed.
“Oh my God! They’ve killed Rick!” she shouted at Roger who was white with shock. Today, he thought, is not going well. He tuned back to the present in time to hear Angie’s shriek of desperation.
“Go back in time and stop him from being killed!” She was near to tears, wringing her hands and looking at Roger.
“I can’t!” gasped Roger. “Something terrible might happen if I see myself!”
Ignoring the men with guns who were hurrying towards them, Angie strode towards Roger and slapped him. Then she began to kick and punch him while shouting at him to do something.
But Roger had seen the men coming. He pushed Angie away and tried to lift Kitty. But he wasn’t strong enough. He had never been strong enough.
He had to drag her instead.
A shocked and grieving Angie grabbed Rick by the shoulders and dragged him away.
Roger stopped out of sight of the corner, behind a low wall of someone’s spotless garden. There was a pond surrounded by different gnomes.
Roger placed Kitty gently down on the well-kept lawn before running back to help Angie with Rick’s body. When he thought of Rick like this, he nearly let loose a sob. However, Angie looked as though she was on the brink of tears and even as though she might faint, so he swallowed it and helped her place Rick beside Kitty.
Angie looked at Rick and Kitty. “Oh, what are we going to do, Roger?” she wailed.
Suddenly, the sound of boots coming closer put a stop to Angie’s grief and anguish. Roger grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. He put his hand over her mouth and he held his breath. They both went utterly still.
The footsteps came closer. They sounded in front of them before becoming quieter. Angie made to get up, but Roger held her down.
A light swept the lawn. Then they heard a voice try to whisper, “They can’t have gone that far. If they’re not in these two gardens, then that kid must have teleported them away.”
“The boss won’t like this,” a second voice replied.
Footsteps approached then two sets of footsteps faded away into the distance.
The two friends stayed absolutely still for a minute before Roger let Angie go. She sat up, white as a sheet and looking terrified.
“Are you ok?” asked Roger as he sat up himself. She nodded, then shook her head and put her head in her hands. She began to sob as silently as she could.
Roger watched her, concerned but not knowing what to do.
Behind him someone gave a gasp.
Roger spun round in fright, though his brain was already telling him that it was probably Kitty.
He watched in complete shock as the gasp became a cough.
“Angie…” he whispered. “You have to see this.”
Angie looked up through her tears and gasped.
“Rick!” she exclaimed.
Rick was coughing and spluttering. Suddenly, he leaned sideways and threw up. When he finally looked up at his surroundings, he was surprised to see them in a garden. He saw Roger and Angie and smiled at them. They knelt there with their mouths open in shock.
“How did you- How did you- How did you do that!” stuttered Angie in surprise.
Rick looked around again. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe I have more than one power like Kitty has! Where is Kitty, anyhow?”
“You knocked her out!” hissed Roger, trying to keep his voice down. “She’s over there.” He gestured at Kitty’s motionless body.
“Do you think she’ll be alright?” asked Angie, beginning to wring her hands with worry.
“I don’t know,” sighed Roger. “Why don’t you pray for her?”
Angie looked at him blankly for a moment before putting her hands together. “Dear Father. Please help Kitty…”


***

Kitty woke up.
She immediately realised that she had been sitting up when she had fallen asleep; her neck was extremely sore and her head was hanging.
She groaned as she lifted her head and opened her eyes. She was expecting to be on her couch in front of the TV where she had probably fallen asleep. She was expecting to find that her adventure had all been a dream. A nightmare.
But that is not what she found.
She was in a room with brown walls and no other features bar the chair she was sitting on. It was dimly lit by a hanging bulb.
She tried to stand up and found she was actually tied to the chair. When she looked down, she saw that it was the classic rope and wooden chair combo. She was slightly reassured by this fact.
“Hello!” Kitty called out. “Any particular reason why I’m here?”
A door opened. A man stepped into the room.
He was balding and wearing a fading suit. His eyes were dark and narrowed, squinting in the dull light. His hands were slightly occupied by the black gloves he was putting on.
“Ah,” he said, softly. “You have rejoined us at last!”
Kitty felt a shiver of fear down her spine as he spoke. This man was evil, she thought. He could kill me. I have to be really, really careful.
“What do you want from me?” Kitty bravely asked.
“We want you to tell us where your little friends are going,” he replied, his evil expression not changing.
“No way!” exclaimed Kitty. “I would never give up their hiding place! Not even if you were to torture me!”
Straight away, Kitty knew she had said the wrong thing. When you’re dealing with someone as evil-looking as this guy, he could be capable of anything, even torture. Besides the fact that she had read too many books and watched too many films to know it was not a good idea to claim this fact to anyone who has gone slightly psycho.
The man grinned. He flexed his fingers. He swung his arm back as Kitty watched, alarmed and frightened.
He hit her.
It was a back-hander and she had never felt pain quite like it. She could taste something like iron in her mouth and knew she was bleeding. She could feel tears in her eyes but she didn’t want to show this man her pain. She bit back the tears.
Kitty turned to the guy, her hair covering her face, anger written across her hidden visage. “I will never tell you what you want to know. You will never find them. Kill me if you want, but it won’t help you find them.”
“Talk, bitch!” shouted the guy. He appeared to have lost control. He raised his hand to slap her again.
Kitty flinched.


***

Kitty felt no pain. She was rather confused. She couldn’t taste the blood. What was going on?
She opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back, staring at a starry sky.
She sat bolt upright. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand came out of nowhere and covered her mouth. She panicked slightly and struggled against the hand. She tried to scream, but it came out muffled.
“Ssh!” whispered a voice she recognised. “It’s OK.”
The hand came away from Kitty’s mouth and she turned towards Rick. “What happened?” she asked as she took in her surroundings. She appeared to be in a garden with a well-kept lawn. In the middle of the lawn was a small pond. Surrounding the pond was three or four different gnomes, each with a small fishing rod. Behind this pond, the lawn was home to several different gnomes. One wheeled a miniature wheelbarrow, another held aloft his bounty of carrots he had proudly grown. A path travelled from the gate set in the wall she was lying behind to the steps of the front door. On either side of this path were flowers. It was too dark to name these flowers, but the wind blew a beautiful smell to Kitty’s nose.
“Sorry,” said Rick, sheepishly. “I knocked you out.”
“I kinda meant, why are we here?” she elaborated.
Roger crawled over to her, Angie following him. “Rick was shot and we had to get you out of there. We wouldn’t have got very far, so we hid here.”
“What?!” exclaimed Kitty. She turned to Rick. “You were shot?!”
“Yeah, it’s OK. I managed to heal myself somehow.”
“What?!” exclaimed Kitty. “How?”
Rick shrugged. “Must be a secondary power, or something.”
“Come on,” said Roger. “We need to get out of here.”
Kitty nodded and they all stood up. They had lost their bikes and skateboards, so they began to walk along the street. They walked in silence, each worrying about different things. Finally, Angie broke the silence.
“Where are we going to go?”
Everyone stopped. Kitty and Rick glanced at each other, then they looked at Roger. He stared back, wide-eyed, not used to being made the leader. He thought about it for a minute, then said, “Do we have money?”
“Yeah, a bit,” answered Kitty. “Why?”
“We should get to a hotel,” was Roger’s reply. “Stay the night before figuring out what we are going to do.”
They nodded and continued to walk into the unknown.


***

Rick gratefully sank onto the bed. He was still in pain from the bullet. He had realised pretty quickly that although he could heal, he could still feel the pain. He needed to catch his breath.
Suddenly, the door to the room banged open. Opening his tired eyes, Rick glanced towards the door and saw Roger backing in, his arms full with “supplies”. He dumped these assorted food and items on the other bed.
“What’ve you got?” Rick asked.
Roger glanced up at him. “Torches, batteries, rope, pen-knives, sleeping bags and food. I still need to get a couple of tents, but I’ll get that after some sleep. I’m exhausted!”
“How are the girls?” asked Rick.
“I knocked on the door. No answer. I’m presuming they’re asleep. They’ve both had an exhausting night. And they’ve both had bad knocks to the head.”
As Roger busied himself with the sorting of the pile, Rick laboriously pushed himself onto one elbow to look at him.
“So…” he began.
Roger glanced at him again as he put the individual piles on the floor. “So what?” he asked, puzzled.
“Do you like Kitty?” blurted Rick.
Roger stared at him for a moment before saying really slowly, “Well… That is why she is my friend, Rick. I think you may need some sleep.”
Rick snorted. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
Roger raised an eyebrow. “No. Not like that. She’s a great friend, and a brilliant leader, but to be perfectly honest, I like someone else.”
“Ooh!” Rick brightened up. “Who?”
Roger reddened. “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “It’s not as if we’ll be going to see them ever again, if this carries on.”
Rick decided not to comment. Roger already had a lot on his mind; there was no point in pressing the matter. It would only make him more upset.
Rick lay back on the bed. He listened to the strange noises coming from Roger’s side of the room as he drifted off to sleep.


***

Rick woke to hear voices. Two girls, one guy. Slightly disorientated, it took him a while to realise that it was Roger, Kitty and Angie.
He focussed on their voice, trying to decipher what they were saying.
Roger was saying, “… may not help us.”
“We should ask him to read it out to us,” came Kitty’s voice. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we asked politely.”
“But we can’t wait for too long. They’ll find us,” said Angie.
Rick opened his eyes and looked over to the other bed. Kitty and Angie were both sitting on the bed. Angie was picking at a loose thread on the quilt. Roger was pacing up and down. He looked rather harassed; his hair had a ruffled look, as if he had been running his hand through it.
On the bed beside Kitty was the letter his father had given him.
“Hey!” protested Rick, sitting up. “What are you doing with my letter?”
Roger jumped and turned towards him. Kitty and Angie turned their heads towards him.
“We were wondering if there would be anything in the letter to help us,” explained Kitty. “Here,” she continued as she handed him the letter, “read it out to us.”
Rick reluctantly took the letter as his anger dissipated. He slipped his finger under the flap and opened the envelope. He took out several sheets of paper.
“Dear, Richard,” he read. “Please do not be alarmed, but if you are reading this I am either dead or taken. Taken by the monsters who created you. Not that I am saying you are a monster or something equally unnatural; you are still and forever will be my son. But I must explain everything. You see, you and your three friends are the results of some risky experiments. Experiments that I was actively involved in.”
“You’re dad’s a scientist?!” exclaimed the other three.
Rick nodded. “Until my mum left him. Then he quit and took up a ‘respectable’, boring job. Anyway…
“I worked with an organisation called Sdaehgems; this stands for Scientific Development and Experiments on Heroes who are Great and Extraordinary Movement and Society. They couldn’t decide whether it was a ‘movement’ or a ‘society’ so they decided to adopt both words.
“This organisation specialised in studying superheroes who had been outlawed in the 1960s. In this country, they had been rounded up and imprisoned, simply for being alive. The government granted us access to these people to see if we could ‘cure’ them, but there was never going to be any way for us to eradicate them. Instead we decided to see if we could control who received the super powers.
“After lengthy experiments, we decided to see if children of two superhero parents could acquire super powers, having already established that one such person as a parent could give birth to a super powered child. The government would not allow the superheroes themselves to bear the child so we started searching for a couple who were already trying for a baby. However, these children would die in a miscarriage when born by the people we had captured.”
“You mean that your dad was kidnapping people?!” exclaimed Angie.
“That’s awful!” gasped Kitty.
Rick looked sadly at the shocked faces of his three companions before continuing with the letter. “Yes, son. I am afraid we resorted to kidnapping. But our experiments did not work, and we left many people distraught.
“One of our excellent scientists concluded that our experiments had not worked due to the women’s body rejecting the ‘foreign body’. We needed someone who was willing to have someone else’s baby, he decided.
“So we set up shop outside hospitals and doctor’s surgeries. Listening in to find people who were having trouble bearing children. That is how we found Kitty, Roger and Angie’s parents. They agreed to the experiment readily. I also volunteered, along with your mother, for this experiment. Of course, no-one but me knew the origin of the sperm and eggs…
“You were created and you were born. In the hospital, people inserted chips to ensure that your uncontrollable powers would not manifest when you were too young to control them. This chip was inserted into your intestines. It excreted chemicals into the blood which had a negative effect on the manifestation of your powers. They were all programmed to ‘detach’ from your intestines at the exact same time, thus controlling when you were to manifest. The scientists could come and observe you all secretly until that point in time when you would be asked to come in for scientific observation.
“However, none of the parents were told this, apart from me as I already knew what was happening. Nonetheless, one of the parents noticed that one of the children had blue eyes while both parents and their immediate family had brown eyes. Little Angie didn’t belong with them.”
Angie gave a gasp and Rick glanced up to see her beginning to tear up. Kitty put her arm around her and nodded at Rick to carry on.
“They were rather confused to say the least. They asked at the company’s office.
“When they were told they spread it round the other families. To say your mother was a bit annoyed with this arrangement would be an understatement. She left me.
“And as you already know, I gave up on that life.
“However, when the four of you were aged four and were all innocent about the world, something happened which drew me back into that world, if only for a few months.
“Angie’s powers manifested.
“You see, her mother was having an affair with her boss’ son and Angie heard her thoughts as she covered it up from her husband. She told her father about it and he was rather surprised to say the least. They brought her to the lab and I was there when they inserted a chip into her brain. This chip would prevent her reading the parents thoughts and would prevent the other chip from leaving her body at the allotted time. Thus, every one of you shall not be able to use our powers till an operation is undertaken to remove the chip.”
“And that’s what game me those fucking headaches!” exclaimed Angie.
Rick nodded and continued. “It gave the poor girl headaches and her mother made her religious by blaming Angie. Angie’s father, however, left them, disgusted that-”
Rick looked up at Angie who appeared to be listening intently. She stared at him miserably as he glanced up. “I think I’ll skip this part,” he muttered before continuing.
“A year ago, the scientist who had been heading the operation died in a tragic car accident and the attitude of the operation has changed with the change of head scientist. I have infiltrated the society to find out what day they will be taking you, for they will no longer ask permission. I will find this out and warn everyone’s parents. We have to make sure you are all out of the house on this day.
“You have a cousin in Glasgow. I have inserted her address into this envelope. Go to her; she will make sure you are safe and continue your education. Hide yourself away from the world.
“Save yourself.
“Lots of love, your Father.”
Rick glanced up at the silent room. “There’s a postscript.
“P.S. They’ve changed the day; Kitty and Roger’s parents won’t have time to escape!”
There was silence for a moment. Then Roger said, “We should go to Scotland.”
“What? Why?” exclaimed Angie.
“Well, his dad seems to have known what he was talking about…”
“But we can’t just go! We wouldn’t be able to go to school unless we told them where we came from and they would ask our school to confirm it. They’d find us!”
“Well, we’ll just not go to school, then.”
“We can’t not go to school! How will we get into university?”
“I don’t think it quite matters any more…”
While this argument was happening over her head, Kitty was watching Rick. After reading the letter, he had looked absolutely miserable. But while Angie and Roger argued, his expression had changed to anger and now it was set in determination.
“No,” he suddenly whispered. He looked up at Kitty, who nodded, knowing what he was going to say.
“No,” he repeated loud enough for the other two to hear.
“No what?” asked Roger, confused.
“We’re not going to Scotland,” said Rick.
Angie was quicker on the uptake than Roger. “Oh, no. We can’t! I may not want to go to Scotland, but we just can’t! I mean, we don’t even know where they are!”
“Where who are?” asked Roger.
“We can ask Google,” said Kitty, smiling. “And we’ve got all our powers, so it’ll be easy enough to break in.”
“Oh,” said Roger, as he caught up. “But your dad wants you to go away! He doesn’t want you to rescue him!”
“I don’t care!” snapped Rick. “We’re going to get our parents out, and that’s the end of it! All we need to do now is find a computer…”
Roger sighed. “The library?” he suggested.
Kitty and Rick glanced at each other. “Excellent!” they grinned at a disapproving Roger.