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"A safe idea?"
I snorted at that. "I don't think much is safe, right now, Mouse."
"They can't win," she announced defiantly.
"If they win, all will be lost. For everyone."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to play the game they have started. I'm going to play by their rules, for now, to get me a seat at the table. And then I'm going to utterly destroy them all."
Mimi looked at me for a long moment and then said, "You're a little scary when you're pissed."
"Oh, I'm not just pissed, Mouse. I'm incandescent with rage."
"Well, that's alright, then," Mimi said, standing up and dusting herself off. She looked about the room and then her eyes landed on the picnic basket. "You might want to hide that."
"What's in there?" I asked, curious.
"A romantic picnic dinner, minus the bottle of wine." Okay, at least if I was stuck in here for much longer, I could eat untainted food for a while. "Oh, and an ancient-looking pistol that Bryan pulled out of a hole in his bedroom wall. He says it's been oiled recently, but let's face it, he's only just gained access toourBryan's bedroom. Best you be careful with it."
"A pistol? Not from his universe, I hope."
"Nope. He just knew where our Bryan had stashed it."
"Bloody hell," I muttered.
"'Just in case,' he said."
"Just in case."
She walked toward the still open window. My heart lurched in my chest as if it were trying to follow her.
"Be careful, Mouse," I said.
She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled. So beautiful, it hurt my chest. "I think we're well past being careful, Dr Evans," she told me.
"Even so, Dr Wylde, please take care."
She offered a mock salute and climbed nimbly out of the window, now unencumbered with the picnic basket. I couldn't stop myself from poking my head out to make sure she made it back to Fawkes, however. His head was also out of his window, and he offered me a wave and then we both held our breaths as Mimi crawled along the battlements, thirty feet above the crushed stone pathways.
In no time at all, that had felt like days, she made it, and Bryan assisted her back inside his bedroom. It occurred to me, as I turned from the window, leaving it open just in case, that they would have had to come up with a story for him to have spirited her away inside there. I stared at the picnic basket,sansthe bottle of wine, and shook my head.
"Blood fucking bollocks," I muttered, and then got to work.
