“Where Next?” asked Iain, draining the last of his pint. Everyone looked to me as if this was my idea or something.
“There,” he sighed, “these are all the places that you’ll find pieces of me.”
At least the human whose office she was in was just as stumped, but then again, they couldn’t see or hear her kind which put them at a distinct disadvantage.
Reaching for the marker pen in his inside pocket he prepared to cross out yet another ‘room to let’.
As usual, when he tried to be the dad I never had, instead of my boss, I laughed in his face and skulled the rest of my pint.
“What was it this time?” asked Phil.
“Gravity disturbance” said Preston, “you remember that house on Wearside road? Like that, but a different direction in every room.”
Thoughts of the adventures this map had provided someone else were a welcome distraction.