Attack!
"I really love you man... You know that yeah? Like..." A waft of sick pulls at my nose hairs and threatens to linger all night. I turn away, breath the grease filled air if the chippy and laugh.
"I know mate. Com'on let's get you back to Ella, she'll never forgive me if I leave you out here all night."
"You're.... You're..." I pat him on the back and hoist his arm around my shoulder. His legs are weak and I drag him more than walk with him. "Man... Good." He seems to sober up long enough to point into the sky and with a drunken eureka he proclaims " A good man!" Before his head slumps against his chest and he's collapsing forward before I have the chance to stop him. He lands with a thud.
"Some stag-do Tommy." I say as I sit down on the floor next to him. Plenty past experiences have taught me that he'll be up fairly soon, few minutes on the cold ground is just what the doctor ordered.
I look up to the sky and watch the stars. The moon is half fall and starting to fade out behind the clouds that threaten to turn the stars off.
Tommy mumbles to himself in his unconscious state and I shift myself to make sure he wasn't drowning in his own sick. I could imagine the best man speech being given a kick up the arse if if let the groom die. Not exactly fulfilling the job description.
I try and suppress a yawn but I can feel that it is already coming. The tiredness of the worst week of my life comes at me luck a truck. There's no escaping the impact and suddenly I'm lost to sleep.
Before I know it there's a fiery redness in the sky, brighter than the sun and more blinding that any light. The wholes sky was a wash with the flames and it devoured the clouds like cotton candy.
I could feel the burning pin prickly heat and the swear dropped from my brow.
I am suddenly away of someone screaming my name.
I turn and see Karen, mouthing something. My ears can't focus. There's a beating dream and... Engines engines louder and more powerful than anything I've ever experience. It feels like a wave pressing down on me and I struggle to breath.
"Jacob, run!" It almost comes from within my head. Karens voice who I have longed so dearly to hear again. Paniced and fearful.
We scope Tommy up. Adrenaline making him lighter than his fat load might suggest.
And then we're running for cover.
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