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"What is it this time? Seen any aliens lately?"
"We've come about Mrs Tachyon, Sergeant," said Kasandra.
"Oh yes?"
Kasandra turned to Joh
"Go on," she said. "Tell him."
"Er ... " said Joh
"Wobbler and Yoless and Bigmac and I," said Kasandra.
Sergeant Comely looked at her.
"All five of you?" he said.
"I was just correcting his grammar," said Kasandra.
"Do you do that a lot?" said the sergeant. He looked at Joh
"All the time," said Joh
"Good grief. Well, go on. You, not her."
When Sergeant Comely had been merely PC Comely he'd visited Joh
"Well ... we were proceeding along... " he began.
"And no jokes."
Twenty minutes later, they walked slowly down the steps of the police station.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," said Kasandra. "It's not as though you were arrested or anything. Have you really got her trolley?"
"Oh, yes."
"I liked the look on his face when you said you'd bring Guilty in. He went quite pale, I thought."
"What's next-of-kin mean? He said she'd got no next-of kin."
"Relatives," said Kasandra. "Basically, it means relatives."
"None at all?"
"That isn't unusual."
"Yes," said Joh
"Is there?"
"Well, apparently I've got a cousin in Australia, and I didn't know about her till last month, so it can't be that unusual."
"The state of Mrs Tachyon is a terrible Indictment on Society," said Kasandra.
"What's indictment mean?"
"It means it's wrong.,
"That she's got no relatives? I don't think you can get them from the Governm-"
"No, that she's got no home and just wanders around the place living on what she can find. Something ought to be done."
"Well, I suppose we could go and see her," said Joh
"What good would that do?"
"Well, it might cheer her up a bit."
"Do you know, you start almost every sentence with "Well"?"
"Well-"
"Going hospital visiting won't do anything about the disgusting neglect of street people and the mentally ill, will it?"
"Probably not. She just might be a bit cheered up, I suppose.
Kasandra walked in silence for a moment.
"It's just that ... I've got a thing about hospitals, if you must know. They're full of sick people."
"We could take her something she likes. And she'd probably be glad to know that Guilty is okay."
"They smell bad, too," said Kasandra, not listening to him. "That horrible disinfectant smell."
"When you're up close to Mrs Tachyon you won't notice."
"You're just going on about it because you know I hate hospitals, aren't you?"
"I ... just think we ought to do it. Anyway, I thought you did things like this for your Duke of Edinburgh award or whatever it was."
"Yes, but there was some point in that."
"We could go towards the end of visiting time so we won't be there very long. That's what everyone else does."
"Oh, all right," said Kasandra.
"We'd better take her something, too. You have to."
"Like grapes, you mean?"
Joh
The garage door swung back and forth, slowly.
Inside the garage there was:
A concrete floor. It was old and cracked and soaked in oil. Animal footprints crossed it, embedded in the concrete, suggesting that a dog had run across it when it was being laid. This happens in every patch of wet concrete, everywhere. There were also a couple of human footprints, fossilized in time, and now filled with black grease and dust. In other words, it was more or less like any piece of concrete. There was also:
A tool bench.
Most of a bicycle, upside down, and surrounded by tools and bits of bike in a haphazard ma
A lawnmower entangled in a garden hosepipe, which is what always happens in garages, and isn't at all relevant.
A trolley, overflowing with plastic bags of all kinds, but most particularly six large black ones.
A small pile of jars of pickles, where Joh
The remains of some fish and chips. As far as Guilty was concerned, catfood only happened to other cats.
A pair of yellow eyes, watching intently from the shadows under the bench.
And that was all.
Bags of Time
To be honest about it, Joh
But Kirsty was good at finding out things and getting harassed people to give her answers, and it didn't take long to find Mrs Tachyon's ward.
"That's her, isn't it?" she said.
Kasandra pointed along the line of beds. One or two of them didn't have visitors around them, but there was no mistaking the one belonging to Mrs Tachyon.
She was sitting up in bed in a hospital nightgown and her woolly hat, over which she had a pair of hospital headphones.
Mrs Tachyon stared intently in front of her, and jigged happily among the pillows.
"She looks happy enough," said Kasandra. "What's she listening to?"
"I couldn't say for sure," said the nurse. "All I know is the headphones aren't plugged in. Are you relatives?"
"No. We're-" Kasandra began.
"It's a sort of project," said Joh
The nurse gave him an odd look, but the magic 'project' word did its usual helpful stuff.
She sniffed. "Can I smell vinegar?" she said.
Kasandra glared at Joh
"We've just brought some grapes," he said, showing her the bag.
Mrs Tachyon didn't look up as they dragged chairs over to her bed.
Joh
Kasandra leaned over and pulled one earphone aside.
"Hello, Mrs Tachyon!" she said
Mrs Tachyon stopped jigging. She turned a beady eye on Kasandra, and then on Joh
"Indeed? That's what you think!" she said. "Call again tomorrow, baker, and we'll take a crusty one! Poor old biddy, is it? That's what you think! Mille
"Are they treating you all right?" said Kasandra.
"Don't you worry! Right as rain and twice as ninepence. Hah! Tick tick bang! I'd like to see them try. There's puddings. Of course, I remember when it was all fields, but would they listen?"
Kasandra looked at Joh
"I think she's a bit ... confused," she said. "She doesn't understand anything I'm saying."
"But we don't understand anything she's saying, either," said Joh
Mrs Tachyon adjusted her headphones and started to boogie again.
"I don't believe this," said Kasandra. "Excuse me."
She pulled the headphones off the woolly hat and listened to them.
"The nurse was right," she said. "There's nothing at all."
Mrs Tachyon bounced up and down happily.
"One born every minute!" she chortled.
Then she winked at Joh
"We've brought you some grapes, Mrs Tachyon," he said.
"That's what you think."
"Grapes," said Joh
"Him and his coat," she said.
"Don't mention it. Er. I'm keeping your trolley safe. And Guilty is all right, although I don't think he's eaten anything apart from some chips and my hand."
"I blame Mr Chamberlain," said Mrs Tachyon.
A bell tinkled.
"Oh dear that's the end of visiting time my word don't the hours just fly past what a shame," said Kasandra, standing up quickly. "Nice to have met you
Mrs Tachyon sorry we have to be going come on Joh
"Lady Muck," said Mrs Tachyon.
She nodded at Joh
"What's the word on the street, mister man?"
Joh
"Er ... "No Parking"?" he suggested.
"That's what you think. Themes bags of time, mister man. Mind me bike! Where your mind goes, the rest of yours bound to follow. Here today and gone yesterday! Doing it's the trick! Eh?"
Joh
The other Mrs Tachyon came back.
"He's mixing sugar with the sand, Mr McPhee!" she said. "That's what you think."
"What did you have to go and give her them for?" Kasandra hissed, as she strode out of the ward. "She needs a proper healthy balanced diet! Not hot chips! What did you give her them for?"