Jess and Hannah ran over a road (causing a multiple pile up - more death) and into the centre of town, heading for the train station.
“How much money do we have?” Jess asked.
“Um…” Hannah put her hand in her pocket. “249 pounds, 50 pence.”
“What happened to the other 50p?!” Jess asked.
Hannah stuck her tongue out to reveal a large red gobstopper.
“HANNAH!”
“I was HUNGRY!”
They burst into the train station.
“We need the first train to anywhere!” Jess exclaimed.
“The next train to leave is going to Birmingham.” Hannah said, reading the overhead displays.
“Oh. Well, maybe we'll get the second train to anywhere.” Jess said.
“This is no time to have STANDARDS, Jess!” Hannah exclaimed.
“DON'T START!” Jess said angrily. “If you hadn't killed Daniel then we could have stayed in our hijacked house!”
“You drove me to it!”
“What?! How? I hardly handed you the duvet, did I?!”
“Hmm.” Hannah thought. “But you weren't looking after me properly, were you?”
“Looking after me?!” Jess cried. “I mean, you. I'm not your mother!!”
“No, but you do have responsibilities assigned by the mental institution.”
A random man walking past, overheard them and stopped.
“Hello.” He said.
Jess and Hannah stared at him blankly.
“I'm from a mental institute too!” He smiled happily and then looked as a woman bustled up behind him.
“Come on Freddie, don't talk to strangers now, we've got to get you back to the mental institution safely with your friends.”
Freddie nodded and walked on behind a load of mental people, all dressed in grey.
Jess and Hannah had meanwhile forgotten exactly what they were arguing about in the first place.
“Choose any place in the entire world you'd like to go.” Hannah asked Jess.
“Why?”
“Because we'll go.”
“By train?” Jess laughed. “HA!” Jess laughed again. “HA HA!” And again. “HA!”
“No, seriously, we'll find a way to get their using our assets.”
“We have some?”
“Why, yes!” Hannah smiled. “Don't be so goddamn pessimistic. Go on, pick.”
Jess thought for a long while.
“Scot-“
“NO.”
“Oh.”
There was a silence. “Well, I'm clean out of ideas.” Jess concluded.
“Scotland can't be the only place in the entire world you want to go.”
“Hmm.” Jess thought hard. “Where do you think Sean is?”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.” Jess looked up at the display board. “Hey, we could catch that train – it goes straight to London and on through the channel tunnel.” Jess said.
“Why would we want to go to France?”
“Cheese…chocolate spread…cheese…”
“I repeat: why would we want to go to France?”
Suddenly the screens went blank then sprang back to life with a picture of a newsreader.
“We interrupt the train timetable for a special report. If you miss your train, TOUGH! This is NEWS!”
Hannah and Jess looked at each other.
“This doesn't look good.” Said Hannah, doubtfully.
“The child actor Daniel Radcliffe who plays Harry Potter in the hit films is seriously ill in hospital after what appears to have been an attempt to hold him hostage.”
“Oh my GOD!” Jess's mouth fell open.
“Daniel was shut in a room in this suburban street with two masked gun-women before they attempted to smother him with a duvet.”
“That's NOT TRUE!” Hannah cried. “I was TUCKING HIM IN!”
“Daniel is yet to gain consciousness but police will be ready to speak to him when he does.”
The screen flicked back to train times and people began bustling around again, trying to catch their trains.
“CRAP, Hannah! Did you hear that? They think we were trying to take him hostage!”
“I only wanted to be a good mother!” Hannah wailed.
“Oh…shut up. You're as bad as Ben.” Jess paused. “We'll have to go to the hospital.”
“What?”
“We'll have to go to the hospital so that when he wakes up we speak to him first and let him know that we didn't mean to kidnap him or smother him with a duvet.”
“Oh, good idea Jess.” Said Hannah, really sarcastically. “Now all we have to do is find out which hospital he has been sent to without seeming to be paedophiles and STALK HIM!!”
“Yes.” Said Jess, happily. “Good thinking.”