Episode 14

David Benson:

'Without them I'm beggining to slip up. I'm making mistakes and I can't look out for Sam, or myself. I nearly got us killed. Maybe we do need someone else. Maybe we need someone to take care of us. Maybe I need someone to take care of me. It used to be fun, it was our little game. But now the fun's gone and I've realised, I don't want to play the game any more. . .'


As the elevator doors opened they stared out into the appartment lobby panting heavily, backs against the wall, waiting for something to happen, something that might prove to them that they were conscious or alive.

"C'mon," The voice broke the silence, but it was a nice change from the ringing in his ears after the screaming monsters, or the thumping in his chest from the thudding of footsteps. "We better move before more of them show up, or worse."

"What's worse than that?"

Samuel paused, considering the possibilities. "I dunno," he was already on his feet and he looked down at his brother as he shrugged and offered him a hand, "But I sure would hate to stick around meet it."

"Even at the worst of times, he's still making jokes."

They stepped out into the street, the sun made everything shine as if the walls of the buildings were made of gold.

"Remember what mum used to always say when we were younger?"

He stared at his brother for a short moment, "It's this time of day, when the world is at it's most magical. . ."

". . . When the fairies scurry back to their homes, hidden away for another day."

They shared a smile, "Then dad would say how, 'It's the light shining off their wings that makes the horizon shimmer like that. . .'" He had said it in a funny voice to hide the fact that, secretly, he wished he could hear them say it to him again.

Their chuckles died out into a soft silence, and David knew his brother was thinking of the same thing he was. It was a silence which he was only awoken from by a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I miss them too."

David attempted a half smile.

"At least we have each other." As he started forward he kept talking. "I don't know what I would have done without you.

"A fat lot of good I was back there."

"I would have reacted the sameway," Samuel paused, "Probably worse. You've gotten me out of more scrapes than I care to mention."

"Thanks. For saying that, and for saving my life back there."

"It wasn't me," sighed Samuel, glancing up at the appartment block. "You think he'll make it out?"

"No use waiting around for a corpse. Even one that did save our lives."

Samuel smiled. C'mon then bro', you're right, we don't need anyone else. It's just you and me." He was already some distance away, "That's the way it should be."

David looked back at the building and thought of their saviour. "I'm not so sure about that any more."