I managed not to end up in a box. Instead, I was taken out to the car . . .
Not that much more comfortable than a box, really. Although maybe for her.
Not even our car, the one she named after me, because that one had been taken away already. So this one is just some hire.
|There goes my namesake. And the one the kids call "Moriarty."|
Those children are evil, more so even than most.
|More comfortable now, thank you.|
Fine then. With everything packed away, we spent the night in a hotel. It has, of all things, a basketball court . . .
|You want me to throw it where, exactly?|
. . . And at least one or two almost interesting guests. After all, I do need to pass the time.
|I know what you're thinking, John,|
and the answer is no.
We fly tomorrow.