I also had a moment when I was recounting my life story. How high had I flown? How much did I have? And now what? That’s when I decided to change the plan. After all we have been through a lot together so why not say goodbye together?
I’m sure you know what is coming next and you can run if you want to, but you won’t make the door. I may have lost my eyesight but my hearing still works and I can hear your breathing.
Hard and fast.
See this silver handle here. The one with the red trigger on it. I know it’s red — I had Giles describe every inch of it. The one that is peeking out from under my pillow. Well when I drop my head on it there is four pounds of plastic explosive under my bed that will go up. It’s on your side if you would like to look. Giles set it all up last night. I’ve sweated all morning that it would be found but it would seem that, for once, my luck is in. They didn’t even spot it when I went to physio.
And you are still here. I thought you might have done a runner but true to type you needed to hear how it all panned out. You just couldn’t pick up the diary and go. After all what harm can a quadriplegic blind man do?
I’m sure there are questions. I know I have many but, sadly when I got back into bed, I bounced my head on the trigger and the device has a two minute delay.
If you run you might just make it.
But I doubt it.