Thread:PeaVZ108/@comment-30384301-20180107052910/@comment-28716546-20180108221144

So, while I'm waiting for my computer to be fixed, here's a preview for my other story, What the Future Holds.

The flight to London was as long as Lillie would expect, but getting Nebby through security took a while, and so when she arrived, he was already there, waiting.

With his stained shirt, his untied trainers and bright-orange trousers, Lillie found it hard to stay infatuated with Gerald Edmarkson.

“Sorry, they called me here in the middle of the night from Los Angeles and since I was still in pyjamas they gave me random clothes to wear. How are you?” Gerald attempted to give a smile, but it was clear he wasn’t very happy.

“I..uh...”

“I mean, how have you been since we cleared the rooms? Have you got a job, are you in a relationship, that kind of stuff?”

“Um, I’m not in a relationship and I won’t be, uhh, unless you want me to and, uhh...” Lillie was getting very flustered, so she tried to change the subject. “Why did you bring me here?”

“Trace and Flora were assassinated. The assassin’s list had a few names of the people we know on them, all of which partook in the Locked Room Phenomenon, so they’re assembling a force to find and stop the assassin.” Gerald seemed less like he was telling Lillie this, but like he was reading it off of a list.

“Where is it?”

“Here, in London, 10 Downing Street.”

Thoughts?