"Hey, Zero," Sam said. She didn't really have a purpose for being here, except that she had free time between Shop and Quantum Physics. "Whatcha doing?"
She rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. We had kind of an anti-Valentine's Day thing going on in the common room. Watched the Logan's Dad film festival."
"Your people are probably going to have their own table at the dance, too, if you want to join us and throw things," Sam said, dryly, "and I don't know. I don't think he talks about it much."
"I'll be with my people, then. Solidarity forever." Zero sighed. "Yeah, it can be hard with famous parents. Like, the cops got called to my fifth birthday party, and it was in all the American and British tabloid rags."
"Well, I wasn' gonna leave the little guy all by himself in there. It wasn' so bad. Quieter than the prison suite of the Hong Kong Hilton a houseful of my family, anyway. I wrote a lot of letters."
"Five days is not enough time to see London, let alone England," she sighed.
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"Personally, I'm thinking we should ignore anything north of, say, Birmingham or Nottingham and to the west of Bath to start with. We'll be flying in and out of London - either Heathrow, which is the red H, or Gatwick - the G.
Parker contemplated that, thinking. "You're going to have a fight on your hands with Angel, you know. I'm not saying you're wrong. But maybe we leave a free day in there, so anyone who wants to can go somewhere else too?"
"See, I'm not sure where we'll be getting a free day from. We'll be flying overnight on Friday, landing Saturday morning. So, Saturday will not be for anything particularly taxing because of the jet lag, and we'll probably be early to bed. Sunday will be dependant on opening hours, which gives us only Monday and Tuesday as full days, because we're flying back Wednesday."
Frowning, she paused and thought. "If he's that desperate, we might be able to fly Wednesday morning to Ireland, and if we can get the timings worked, spend a couple of hours there before flying back."
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like if your grandmother pickets your house, there's always Hong Kong."Re: Third Period
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Run from the British secret police and Chinese gangstersThe street markets are swerval. That's where I got my bird, Fish."Re: Third Period
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the prison suite of the Hong Kong Hiltona houseful of my family, anyway. I wrote a lot of letters."Re: Third Period
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She opened out the
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"Personally, I'm thinking we should ignore anything north of, say, Birmingham or Nottingham and to the west of Bath to start with. We'll be flying in and out of London - either Heathrow, which is the red H, or Gatwick - the G.
The red line is Dover or Folkestone to Calais."
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Frowning, she paused and thought. "If he's that desperate, we might be able to fly Wednesday morning to Ireland, and if we can get the timings worked, spend a couple of hours there before flying back."
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