Tom got out of the car and opened the garage door, flooding
the damp car-hole with light. He looked at his watch - it was 2pm.
He peered at dad. It was no good, his condition was definitely deteriorating.
Of course he knew Pelman wasn't his real father, but this was
the arrangement that suited both of them best.
"Come on dad. Let's get you inside. Banicek is on
in 20 minutes."
Pelman's face lit up like a powderkeg.
"Findus Crispy Pancakes?"
Tom smiled: "It's a deal. Come on, big guy."
Pelman got out of the car and scuttled alongside Tom on all fours
like a faithful terrier. Tom sometimes worried what the neighbours
thought of them, but they had no neighbours, so he soon put it from
He looked up at the sky above, blank and terrifying. He dug his
hands into his pocket and hurried inside, Pelman bolting in through
the man-sized catflap. Tom switched on the radio, the television and
the stereo. He needed NOISE!