AN ONGOING SAGA - SERIES 2 - STORY 1…
PART FIVE : THE NAME OF THE GAME… By Paul Chandler. With Guest Star Contributions by L.L. Bowen.
Last Episode : In which escape seems unlikely - Bowen shows his strengths - Edie goes on holiday and Mavis gets mail...
This Episode : In which Mavis makes a SQUEAK, Trent rebels, Carol becomes Samantha again and visions of the future finally become a reality...
RECAP :
Picking up the pile of papers she carried them through to the kitchen... Her mind focusing on the more exciting of the items that had arrived. The parcel looked well bound and was covered in string and sellotape. Mavis took a sharp kitchen knife out of the drawer and began to cut to ties...
Her head felt light - she could hear somebody speaking - a voice reading her message...
"Dear Mavis and Edie... I am sending you this gift because I suspect it might be of some use to you... I was going to send it to you via Matron Ward-Sisters but I don't think she's in any shape to manage that now... Still - she'll make a wonderfully macabre hat stand... Have fun with the hammer. Lots of love. L.L. Bowen."
She didn't stop for a moment to consider where the voice might come from... Even when the voice changed in tone and the words became a warning...
"DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL! DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL! DANGER - DANGER - DANGER..."
Mavis did not react - she found that she was powerless to - instead she simply pulled away the last of the string and reached inside...
Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun!
PROLOGUE :
How lovely - thought Paul as he rushed to the Ongoing Saga office - London looked greener than usual. He put it down to his being in a good mood. There were several new ideas in his head for the Saga.
A long queue of people were standing outside Boots. It stretched forty metres from the door, and along the street. What on earth they were queuing for? Was there some kind of special offer on? The people were babbling excitedly, but Paul had no time to stop and eavesdrop, as he was already 3 minutes late.
Bounding into the lift, Paul took out his notebook. Yes, there was a lot to put into today’s Saga installment before it could go live. Quite a few exciting developments to share with his co-editor Fatima.
He got out at the 17th floor, and through the Saga office door window, he could see Fatima typing already at the computer. That’s the good thing about her - dedicated, and thorough. Before he even took hold of the door handle, Paul noticed an envelope pinned to the door, addressed to him. He took it and opened it. Beyond the glass window, Fatima continued typing quickly.
A single sheet of white paper. “Paul -“ it said, “Do NOT interfere.”
Fatima turned round, and looked at him. There was no expression on her face. Paul tried the door, but it was firmly locked. Fatima’s hair seemed different today - long, lustrous and shining. She flicked it back, and continued at the computer. Paul tapped at the window hopefully. Only now had he began to notice other changes to the office - sinister changes which stabbed coldly into his heart. Not only had the room been re-decorated completely with purple cushions, and a spangly new sofa, but he could now see the words, which glowed on the computer screen, as they appeared as soon as Fatima’s fingers could create them.
Paul stared in horror and disbelief at the sudden realisation that his world was slowly being turned upside down...
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Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun Have fun!
Mavis held the hammer in her hand - it was lighter than she imagined...
Suddenly the room was very quiet.
Mavis stared at the hammer - she was feeling very strange now... Her head was ringing and she felt badly nauseous...
"Why..." she heard herself mutter - and knew instinctively that she shouldn't have been so hasty - shouldn't have ripped open the parcel - should have resisted the pull...
What now...
The last person to have touched MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER - the last ordinary person - had died...
She knew then that the person was Nurze Ward-Sisters...
She could see it in her mind...
"Take this hammer to somebody with some intelligence... Go - before I decide to kill you my dear..." said Bowen coldly.
Nurze reached out for the hammer - touching it with her bare hands - her bare skeletal hands...
"OH!" exclaimed Bowen suddenly, "Don't snatch... I don't like people who snatch... You've made me change my mind... I was going to spare you but on second thoughts - there are too many players in this particular story as there is..."
Nurze stared at her - but soon her eyes did not see - soon she ceased to function altogether - without even a chance to scream... "I should never have wasted your precious time..." sighed Bowen, "I'll post it on like a normal person would... Except - except I'm not normal am I Matron dear?" Matron's skeleton stared back at her, "You should eat more dear..." he grinned.
The vision horrified her - and yet - and yet she remained unmoved - unshocked... It was as if she felt the two emotions at once - horror and total calm... Mavis could hear the clock ticking now... These must be the last seconds of her life she reckoned - waiting to see whether her skin would dissolve before her very eyes... Waiting to become a skeleton...
But nothing happened...
"Maybe I'm not normal afterall..." she thought to herself... "Maybe I can harnass the power..."
Just to see what happened she tried the hammer on the kitchen table...
SQUEEEEEEEEEAK!
An odd sound for a hammer to make.
Mavis held the hammer tightly in her hand - it was lighter than she imagined - lighter and more colourful and made of plastic...
"Why..."
She tried again...
SQUEEEEEEAAAKKK!
Looking closely now she realised that it didn't look like a normal hammer - but a child's hammer - a toy hammer that a baby might have in cot perhaps...
"Why..."
"Why did Bowen send you the hammer?"
Mavis turned, there was a stranger there in the kitchen with her - a woman who she'd never seen before...
"Who..."
"Who am I?"
The woman reached out to her - taking her hand and allowing the toy hammer to fall to the floor - suddenly the knowledge flooded in...
"Rwanda Bronze..." said Mavis.
"Pleased to meet you... Sorry to startle you and all that... Let me put the kettle on whilst you take it all in..."
Oddly, Mavis felt much more like herself again - her old self - the self before she became disillusioned - but on the other hand she also felt different - in a positive way... Meeting this strange lady had quite literally given her a new look on life...
Bowen - the hammer - the parcel...
"Of course that wasn't the real hammer..." explained Rwanda as she took out the mugs and located the teabags, "Thankfully Phyllis Jet got to me in time and warned me... I was able to swap the contents in a split second before you opened the parcel..."
No need to ask how or why - this strange visitors powers seemed beyond question - seemed quite everyday...
The telepathy, too, seemed quite normal - it was amazing how things could be changed so dramatically by just a single touch...
"What happened to the original hammer?"
"Safe storage - til later - could come in handy..."
"If I had touched it..."
"You'd be dead, yes..."
"Like the Matron..."
"Her? Oh yes - 'fraid so... Still - too late to do anything about that I'm afraid... Here's your tea..."
"Thank you..." Mavis said - aloud this time - she stared at the parcel and the toy hammer and thought about an alternate course of time where she'd touched the hammer and ceased to exist.
"Don't think about it..."
"Perhaps I shouldn't..." agreed Mavis, "What happens now..."
"Assistance!" grinned Rwanda and this time she was speaking aloud, "I've shared my knowledge with you - because I need your help - are you up to it Mavis?"
Mavis nodded, "Oh yes - I think so... I wasn't earlier - but I am now - you've made quite a difference..."
"You're protected now... It'll make it easier for you... Things are going to be quite different from now on... But I'm sure you'll be able to manage..."
"I'll manage..." replied Mavis - reverting to her newly and casually acquired skill of telepathy, "I think this is just the sort of change I've been looking for..."
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They were somewhere else now...
No longer trapped in the Viking age...
There were benefits he'd forgotten about - the food was better - he could have a nice warm, foam-filled bath - which was good!
But to Trent it was no consolation - he was off the case!!!
"I'll be over to explain it later..." Reg had said, "We'll take Sally away for testing - just to make sure she isn't a hazard..."
A hazard...
"Err Sally - they're just going to take you for a wash and brush up - we'll meet up later..."
Sally hadn't looked herself, had looked very pale since their journey, "Okay..." she'd said, "I think I know what to expect..."
Those words haunted him now...
"I think I know what to expect..."
What had she meant?
She was the first thing he asked about when Reg had showed up at his door - the door of his ultrafuristic, ultramodern, way-way Sci-fi apartment, "Where is she Reggie? What have you done with her?"
Reggie Copper had looked a tad embarrassed, "She was unstable..." he said.
"A hazard?" snapped Trent, quoting back to him.
"Of sorts... She was a Cyborg you know - or part of one - a very basic one of course compared to our technologies..."
Trent didn't want reminding of what Sally was or wasn't supposed to be... He didn't think of her as a Cyborg - he'd never even allowed it to cross his mind before Reggie had arrived... She was just - Sally... A head... (Yes - he knew it didn't make any sense - no ordinary woman could have gone on living with her head separated from her body - at least not without a good deal of medical assistance - but... but... Well - he'd never really dwelt on it - afterall nothing made sense any more! This was no difference...)
"I didn't ask WHAT Sally was - I was asking HOW she was..."
Reggie looked vaguely disgruntled, "No need to snap... This is just because they took you off the case..."
"Is not..."
"IS SO!"
"I'm not off the case..."
"You SO are, Trent Diamond..."
"Not for long..."
"Tell that to Bronze and Silver then... There are plenty of other things to be dealing with which need your assistance..."
"Like what?"
"Well - there was this cat up a tree in Swindon the other day and..."
"Very funny... Listen - we all know I'm the expert on Yen... I've been trailing him for months now..."
"Yes - well this isn't just about Yen anymore... Which is why you're off the case..."
"What is it about then?"
"Cows... Bowen... Hammers..."
"I'm sure I know about all of them - I certainly know about Bowen - I met him... He and Yen are..."
"...Don't go on so... You're off!"
Trent paused, frowning, "Well doesn't that sound odd to you? I think it's a conspiracy..."
"Probably..." sighed Reggie, "Just don't bore me with it... Fancy a pint?"
"No..." Trent stuck out his bottom lip sulkily, "Not until Sally comes back..."
"Comes back?"
"Comes back here..."
"What makes you think she's coming back?"
"But..."
"I told you - they had problems with her - she's being recycled..."
"WHAT!?! I've got to see her..."
Trent tried to push passed him but Reggie was blocking the way...
"No point..." he said, "She'll be a pile of scrap by now..."
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"So how can I help?"
"Well Mavis - it'll become clear - but it's familiar territory..."
"The man Yen from Green Meadows..."
"Only partly! Remember the hammer? Bowen?" Mavis nodded, “…And your friend Helena?"
"HELENA?"
"The Cow Parade..."
"That's connected!?!"
"Definitely... She's their leader now - although Bowen may think he is... We have to stop they're invasion attempt - we have to stop Helena... They're plans threaten to change the face of this planet..." Rwanda held out a photo, "The grass has been getting very long lately... Hyde Park, Green Park, St James, Regent's Park..."
Mavis flicked through the photos - before and after shots of local London Parks - Rwanda was right... Hyde Park was becoming a total jungle...
"How did it get to this stage so quickly..."
"Mutant grass seed..." Rwanda paused, "What I forgot to mention is the time difference between the pictures - it was only a matter of hours in most cases... A little drizzle of rain and the seeds have been sprouting... But it's spreading - beyond the Parks..."
"The cow statue..."
"That was the trigger - there are others... London will become one vast field before long if we don't intervene..."
"How can we intervene?" Mavis was finding the telepathy increasingly easy - almost pleasant and relaxing, "How do we stop this happening?"
"We must find your friend - Helena... She's a cow..."
"That's a bit personal isn't it..."
But Rwanda didn't smile, "No - I mean it quite literally... We must get to Helena before Bowen does..."
"Then let's go..."
It made sense - the urgency appealed to her - there was no reason to delay...
Mavis was back in business - but with a new partner...
Meanwhile - elsewhere - her old partner was having her own adventures!!!
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Samantha sat in a Vegas airport bar and hoped that sometime soon she’d catch up with her racing mind – at the moment it was all a bit much to take in…
CAROL – SIMON – THE EVENTS IN NEW YORK… HER WHOLE LIFE OVER THE PAST WEEK OR SO WAS FAKE – A LIFE CREATED BY YEN – WITH YEN PASSING HIMSELF OFF AS SIMON SO THAT HE COULD BE WITH HER… HE’D PROMISED TO RETURN HER HOME SAFELY TO HER REAL LIFE… HE’D BEEN LYING…
Reading the letter had done it – but goodness knew why it had caused that reaction…
There was one good thing and one good thing only so far… With the mask of her life as Carol now shed aside at least she recognized herself again – knew where she stood as far as her own existence was concerned! (Or at least presumed she did…) NO – SHE DID! (she assured herself!) She also seemed to recognize Simon as Yen – his features changed again – not hidden by a bag… The letter had even broken through Yen’s new appearance…
Samantha drained her coffee cup and ordered another – she had panicked and fled the hotel – headed straight for the airport on the outskirts of the city – but as yet she had no further plans… She had to get out of Vegas – that was obvious – but she wasn’t sure who to run to – where to go… Back to the U.K. – but where then – Yen would try and find her… She wracked her brains for who else she could turn to back home – she couldn’t find the names or faces… Her mother – her friends… That was where things got confusing… Yen had told her that known of the names she knew were real acquaintances of hers – was that a lie too…
RAY – GAIL – STUART – MARKUS – PATRICIA RUTH (HER MOTHER…)
She felt a sudden stab of regret – if Patricia was her mother – hadn’t somebody told her she was now dead??? What of those other names…
“Excuse me dear – you’re spilling your coffee…”
Samantha looked up suddenly, she was too and so righted her fresh cup of latte and mopped herself up, “How stupid… Thank you…”
She looked up to see who had spoken – the accent was British – the speaker was an elderly lady loaded with luggage, “Never mind dear…” said the lady, “It’ll wash out… Are you from back home – I’ve just arrived…”
“I am from back home – but I was just heading back there…” said Sam absentmindedly dabbing at herself – the woman was staring at her, “Is something else wrong…”
“No dear…” said the lady, “I just thought I recognized you that’s all – my name’s Edie…”
DID SHE KNOW AN EDIE??? SHE DIDN’T REMEMBER ONE…
“My name’s Samantha…” said Samantha, “Samantha Ruth…”
It was as if she’d slapped the woman in the face – she literally jumped back a pace, “GOOD GOLLY!” she exclaimed, “I DO KNOW YOU – MAVIS WILL NEVER BELIEVE IT!”
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He hadn't meant to hit Reg Copper as hard as he did...
"I'VE GOT TO SEE HER..."
"No point... She'll be a pile of scrap by now..."
That had made him cross - VERY cross...
Trent had punched him - full in the jaw and sent him staggering back with a crack of the skull to the doorway and he'd fallen...
When Trent had left him he was still in existence - he hadn't faded away into nothing - he was just lying quietly that's all - bound up on Trent's bed...
Reg Copper was a strong man - a "being" of great power - a casual slug to the jaw by anyone other than Trent would have had no effect at all... But a punch from another being of such power - well - that was like one tough guy hitting another tough guy...
Reg Copper was down and out for the count...
Trent hadn't meant to be so rough - he hadn't planned it - but it was done now...
Oh, Sally...
"I think I know what to expect..."
She'd realised her fate even before he had!
With Reg quiet and unmoving on the bed Trent had been quick thinking and had pressed his palms to Copper's - taking an imprint - just incase he could no longer get access to certain areas - just incase there was a conspiracy...
He wouldn't put anything past them now...
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She had to be somewhere here, reasoned Yen – she couldn’t possibly have gotten away already – not yet – not at this time of the early morning… She couldn’t possibly have arranged a flight and fled the country already…
Yen paced the airport terminal – perhaps she’d already gone through customs – he’d never find her if that was the case…
Yen stood by a bay of telephones and tried to concentrate – tried to picture her…
“Carol…” he whispered, “Carol…”
Nothing.
“Samantha… SAMANTHA…”
Suddenly he could see her – nearby – drinking coffee and talking with somebody…
Yen opened his eyes – she was up on the floor above and she hadn’t even got as far as buying herself a ticket…
“There’s time yet…” he said to himself, “Time to get my Carol back…”
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“I don’t understand how you know me and yet I don’t know you…” sighed Samantha.
“We were investigating your case… Or to be more specific – we were investigating the disappearance of your mother – and the involvement of your friends…”
“I really don’t understand…” Sam found herself saying – how could this old woman be involved with the Police – she looked about 101… (Which was about right, actually…)
“Nor do we understand…” explained Edie, “We lost track of your mother – but we traced one of her neighbours to Green Meadows clinic where we met a man called Bowen and learnt of another man called…”
“YEN…”
“That’s right dear!”
But Samantha wasn’t listening any more, “HE’S HERE…” she gasped, “HE’S FOUND ME ALREADY – I SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN SO STUPID…” Edie looked – expecting to see a man with a bag on his head – but she could see nobody of that description – although a gentleman did appear to be hurrying up the escalators and heading towards the café… “FIRE ESCAPE…” Samantha called out to the waiter, “I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE QUICKLY…” The waiter looked confused but pointed to a side door – Samantha noticed that Edie was already there and holding the exit open wide…
“What are you doing…” hissed Sam.
“Helping you get away…” Edie hissed back.
“You can’t come with me…”
“I don’t intend to dear – but I can cause a diversion – NOW HURRY…”
Samantha looked surprised but didn’t argue and hurried away down the fire escape. Edie turned away and pulled the door tightly shut – the man who Sam appeared to be escaping from – the man who usually wore the bag was striding towards the café.
Edie knew what was to be done as he pushed towards her, buffeting past her without recognition, “THIEF!!” cried Edie, “THIEF – THAT MAN JUST STOLE MY PURSE!!!”
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Trent stared down at the conveyor belt…
All that was left of Sally he held in the palm of his hand…
One eyebrow – an eyeball and the remains of her voice unit which kept gurgling away gently to itself but seemed unable to form proper words or sentences…
"I think I know what to expect..."
“I’m taking you with me Sally…” he muttered to himself.
He’d come so well prepared – managed to make his way to the recycling chamber and pick up provisions for his journey on the way using Reg Copper’s palm print.
Now it was for nothing…
All he had left was the case… Samantha…
“Don’t worry Sally… You’ll be safe with me…” he cooed and gently cradled the eyeball – transferring it gently into his pocket…
“YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE – NEVER LEAVE – OFF THE CASE – NEVER LEAVE – NEVER LEAVE TRENT DIAMOND – NEVER LEAVE – LEAVE – LEAVE – LEAVE…”
There were voices in his mind – Reg Copper – Phyllis Jet – Arnold Da Silver and some of the others – but he couldn’t make out what they were saying – all he knew was that they didn’t want him to leave…
“Tough…” muttered Trent and closed his eyes, “Don’t worry Sally…” he muttered into the pocket where what was left of his companion lay quietly, “This might be a tad bumpy – but I’ll get you out of here…” Concentrating very, very hard to blot out the voices Trent projected his mind through time and space – he was rejuvenated – he could do it now – he had the strength… It wasn’t too difficult – and sure enough Trent soon felt his feet leave the ground – he felt the world spinning away from him…
Trent was on his way – back on course – back on the case…
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“THIEF-THIEF – THAT MAN JUST STOLE MY PURSE!!!”
Edie’s cries had created a definite diversion – Sam could hear shouting from above as she bolted off down the fire escape. But in the long run it didn’t give her much of a head start…
She made her first and biggest mistake early on…
Once out of the fire escape – rather than hurry around the side of the building and back into to the main entrance of the airport – losing herself amongst people – she just kept running out into open desert… Through a hole in the fence and away – but she soon realized that this wasn’t a good move – there was nowhere for her to hide except for a small outcrop of rocks which she was certain she would never reach in time to conceal herself…
“SAMANTHA!” Yen was out of the fire escape and after her already… “SAMANTHA – COME BACK – I CAN EXPLAIN!!”
Sam didn’t let herself give up – she persevered – the outcrop might, as yet, be some way off – but once she reached it she would gain cover and could then outmanoeuvre him… She was faster – probably fitter than him too – she would tire him out… She kept on running…
“SAMANTHA PLEASE… I REALISE THIS HAS BEEN QUITE A SHOCK – BUT THIS IS WHAT WE AGREED – A TRIAL LIFE – THAT’S WHY I’M HERE – IT HASN’T WORKED… WE WERE JUST TRYING IT OUT TO SEE WHO YOU REALLY WERE…”
LIAR. (Thought Sam.) LIAR!!!
She wondered what he’d try and pull off next – what lies he’d claim… But then suddenly he stopped running… Samantha slowed too… Yen was looking up at the sky… He looked scared – there was a black cloud hovering over him – he was dimmed by shadow…
“OH MY GOD!!!” he screamed.
It wasn’t a black cloud… The shadows got bigger… Samantha looked up…
It was a building – a pub – and it was falling down from the sky onto Yen…
DOWN – DOWN – DOWN…
Yen tried to run – but he couldn’t get away quickly – Samantha tried to call out to him – but couldn’t think what to say – it was all happening so quickly…
The pub landed on him – squashed him fully with a scream and what may well have been a squelch… Samantha just stood and stared – no matter what she felt for him she had never imagined Yen being squashed by a falling pub in the prime of his life…
Sam could hear sirens – Police cars streaming across from the airport – she could hear the old lady still calling out, “STOP THIEF – STOP…”
But it was too late – Yen could do no more damage…
It was then she remembered the image she’d seen on the karaoke screen when she’d been Carol – the image of the time traveling pub… It had all come to pass… A vision of the future – now the reality of the present…
EPILOGUE :
Paul continued to stare into the room... Locked out of his own office... This meant trouble... He had set PART 5 to be posted by this very morning (Wednesday 18th September...) - but had planned to work on his original draft of events for PART 6 today in time for posting on Friday... But now Fatima was working at the keyboard... If he couldn't stop her from tampering with what had happened then he could never be sure at what would be going up on the site... Future's could be changed or influenced... It was too dreadful even to contemplate...
She was posting something now... A separate post from the one he'd authorised for today... he could make the words out clearly - it was as if she'd made them larger on the screen just to tease him...
Welcome to Ongoing LL Bowen!
In today’s installment, we go straight to the West-End Kitchen, where our hero and mentor LL Bowen himself has kindly granted a brief, but illuminating interview. Our reporter Andrew Horner sends us the details.
Horner: LL Bowen! How are you?
Bowen: Well, hello there! May I first say what an honour it is for you to meet me, and how dapper I look today?
Horner: A lot of people are wondering, how exactly, do you keep your hair so soft and silky?
Bowen: Mm. Good question. I always use “Shampoo a la Bowen” a secret blend of herbs and minerals, for all hair types, which helps keep my gorgeous hair smooth and manageable.
Horner: Really? And where can I buy this wonder product? From Boots?
Bowen: For example, yes.
Horner: LL Bowen, sir, what makes you tick? A lot of readers are very curious.
Bowen: Understandably. Of course, a lot of information is readily available in my new autobiography, “Enough About Me - (only joking!)” which I strongly advise people to buy and read, it’s beautifully written. But there is an important message I would like to get across in this interview. I have been an influential writer for many years now, but my talent has created some jealousy. There is one individual, Paul Chandler, who has decided not only to try and censor my work, but has actively set out to destroy my image. He has depicted me recently as some kind of cheap two-dimensional villain with a penchant for silly costumes and crazy delusions.
Horner: That’s horrible! What about your charity work, and…
Bowen: Please, I don’t like to mention my charity work.
Horner: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to advertise your sterling tireless work for charity.
Bowen: That’s all right. Just don’t mention my charity work again.
Horner: But what about your visions for a better world? Where everyone will live in peace and harmony, with lovely shiny hair? What about your plans to change London into a green paradise where your 2000 metre statue will provide a beacon of hope and joy for millions?
Bowen: Well, this Paul character seems to think it’s not such a good idea!
Horner: We must dispose of him immediately!
Bowen: I’m afraid so. Yet…there is more.
Horner: What is it sir?
Bowen: I want to find a girl called Sam. You’re out there aren’t you Sam? I do all this for you. Events recently have conspired to keep us apart. We haven’t been able to reach each other. I have been locked up, attempts have been made on my life, and you, you have been carried away, your mind clouded. Come home to me Sam. We can create a world together. All our ideas and dreams can become real. Listen to the truth.
Horner: Well, readers, we’ll finish there. Not only is the manager asking us to leave, since we haven’t actually bought any food, but LL Bowen seems overcome with emotion. Join us again some day for more insights into the fascinating thoughts of the Great LL Bowen! I’m off to buy some of that wonderful shampoo!
Coming Up on Ongoing LL Bowen -
How to create the perfect bathroom for under £35.
“Enough about Me” - reviewed.
LL Bowen - The Early Years.
Paul closed his eyes... "Fatima..." he called out to her through the glass, "Fatima what have you done... This doesn't change anything... You're only confusing things... Do you hear me Fatima..."
But Fatima sat and stared at the screen - there was more Bowen news on the way...
She was muttering to herself - muttering his instructions - his mantra...
"Soon people will be more interested in Bowen than in the events of the Saga - soon none of that will matter - the lies... Nobody will care a jot about what else happens - who else might be involved or what mind-numbing adventures they are having... Soon only one man will matter - and that man is L.L. Bowen - soon - very soon..."
"Not if I can help it..." thought Paul to himself.
"But you can't help it, Paul..." said a voice in his ear.
Everything went dark.
What will happen next...
Will Paul survive to live another day and to keep the Saga running? Even with Fatima rapidly losing control and following Bowen’s plans for the future…
Will Mavis and Rwanda be able to contact Helena and persuade her to reverse plans to turn London to grass and allow Bowen to be London’s new ruler??
Is Yen dead or destroyed? How will this effect his other personalities? Will Trent seek his revenge or merely make more trouble for everyone?
What will have become of the crew of the time travelling pub? Will Edie be able to explain things to Samantha before it all gets way too bizarre…
Please Contribute to Part 6 - or at least write to us at : PCBEECHES@HOTMAIL.COM to tell us you're still reading...
COMING SOON :
PART SIX WILL FOLLOW BY FRIDAY 20TH SEPTEMBER...
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