Then he sees a hand, beckoning to him from the screen.
Clappy, being clued-up, assumes it is just another Flash page, and waits for it to finish... he leans back, watching for a prompt... and feels his chair recline too fast as the hand moves closer, beyond the confines of the glass.
"I need your help."
The woman's voice is soft, accented and not quite familiar.
"What - who " -
"Quickly - we may not have long. The door can only be opened during moontide."
Clappy leans forward, and his scarf flies back in a breeze which ignores the rest of his room. As he touches her fingers, the monitor seems to blur, and darken, but his giddiness lasts only for a second. Then his slippers scuff gravel as he staggers, and he catches his balance against the polished cowling of the car before him.
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"Quickly - we may not have long!"
The dark-haired girl seems almost to scream as she opens the door, but her voice stays low. Clappy is barely in the seat when she fires the engine, and the husk of her tone blends with the exhaust beneath him as they accelerate toward the pass in the fence ahead. Moonlight seems to mock the efforts of the uniformed men at the gate, and she speeds throught and deftly swings the Cobra to the north, finding the road while the wheels spit back dust in defiance.
As shouts fade behind them, Andrea turns to him:
"We should have listened to Peter - that didn't work. But they know about us now, what should we do?"
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