BY SOLO
EPISODE 19
Solo lay on a low bed. She was still unconscious.
Paul, Tim and Richard were worried. They did not
know what to do.
So they went to the only person on the Titanic II who might have some
idea on how to wake Solo up.
"I have no idea on how to wake her up!" Flacco said
after staring at Solo's still form for several long minutes.
Paul hit his own forehead and stomped off towards his
bedroom.
Richard knelt down next to Solo and gently pushed against
her shoulder. "Wake up, wake up," he whispered, but naturally nothing
happened.
Tim looked at Flacco… "This girl is the hero of a story
so we can't show you her…death. What are we going to do? We
need her to reboot the
Time machine."
Flacco yipped but shook his head. He had no idea.
Richard looked over to the door and screamed….
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Bob's gone."
And sure enough, Bob's body had disappeared. But
not completely. A trail of blood stained the floor and headed off
in the direction of the
hall.
Tim looked scared. "Oh great! Bloody fantastic!"
Paul stomped back. He dumped a handful of objects
at Tim's feet.
"All right Butt breath…let's wake her up!"
Tim leaned down and picked up a trumpet.
Richard picked up a guitar.
Paul scooped up a long, pointy, heavy award. "What's
this?" he muttered and threw it down in the direction of his bedroom.
The award
landed with a metallic crash…Richard, Tim and Flacco all jumped.
Solo slept on.
Flacco gave Paul a dirty look before he turned back to
stare down at Solo. He wondered what she was dreaming about…
*****
{Okay…be prepared…the following sequence is a dream, therefore it may
not make a great deal of sense - what do you mean "so what's the
difference? Oh go and get stuffed the lot of ya! Anyway,
this dream sequence is a complete indulgence on my part and thus diverges
from the
original show quite a bit but hey…who cares…it is going to be heaps
of fun and a complete fantasy so be wary…not everything is as it appears
to be.}
It was dark. Where was she? What had happened?
The room or wherever the hell she was, felt cold…she could feel goose
bumps spring up on her exposed arms and neck. Exposed? But
wasn't she wearing Paul's spare jumpsuit?
Solo ran her hands down to her waist. She felt soft
silky material.
"What the F…?" she was wearing a F…… dress! Solo peered into
the darkness. She turned her head and felt her hair fall freely over
her
shoulder…She hated wearing her long hair out free because it always
got in her eyes and just basically pissed her off by falling across her
face
when she was writing. She raised her hand and felt the ribbons
woven in amongst the waves in her hair…what was going on here?
"Lights!" she called loudly, on the off chance that something
might happen.
Something did.
All around her, coloured candles burst into flame.
Solo looked down at herself…Yep she was wearing a dress.
The soft pale green material fell in waves to her satin slipper clad feet.
The
skirt flared slightly out from her hips and pulled in tightly at her
waist. The bodice seemed to be made out of a thicker, satin material
and made her appear bigger than what she actually was (added bonus
there! - Well, hey, It is my story after all :P) The short puffy
sleeves rested on her shoulders and left her arms, hands and neckline
bare and she was freezing. She looked absolutely fantastic but F……
freezing. Solo then looked up and examined where
she was.
She was in what appeared to be a large ballroom.
The dance floor was a polished redwood and the room, though large, was
empty… The candles, pink, yellow and pale orange lit the room clearly.
What now? She wondered, twirling around on the spot
slowly to examine the rest of the room…it was pretty much the same all
round. Big
and empty. There was a stage in the far corner, and a table set
up for drinks on the other side.
Suddenly and trumpet blared. Solo spun around to
look at the stage and saw a band appear on the stage.
Where had they come from?
Solo looked closer at the band members. Animals???
The tall, good-looking giraffe raised the trumpet to his giraffey lips
again,
flicked his long dark brown fringe out of his eyes and blared out another
rift.
Oh for god's sake, Solo groaned and raised her hands to
her ears.
The trumpet stopped and a beautiful guitar solo (ha ha no pun intended)
began. The Panda bear in the corner stepped forward - the cords
sounded familiar. Was it? Yep, the opening cords to 'throw
your arms around
me.' The Panda's soulful expression nearly broke Solo's heart
and his little comma fell adoringly into one black ringed eye.
Suddenly a little spider monkey jumped down from the roof to land in
front of the Panda bear. He carried in his little hands, a large
bass
drum. How the hell he had carried that without falling over Solo
had no idea. The little spider monkey overbalanced dropped the drum
and then
rolled over it.
Solo chuckled - how cute. The giraffe started to
laugh. The little spider monkey jumped to its feet, stuck its tongue
out at the giraffe
and raised two fingers in his direction.
The little monkey, whose hair had been shaved on either
side of its head pushed the drum to a standing position and started to
bang away on
the top.
Solo quickly raised her hands to her ears again and groaned.
The monkey began to jump up and down, he was getting very excited and into
his playing.
The Panda rolled his eyes.
Not to be out done, the giraffe raised his trumpet to
his mouth again and blew - hard.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
*****
Tim lowered the trumpet and hit Paul, who stopped banging
on the drum to hit him back. Richard removed his guitar.
They all looked at Solo.
Still sleeping.
They all looked back up at one another.
"Well?" Flacco uncovered his ears and called from the
corner.
"Nup, nuthin`." Paul replied.
"Damn!" Flacco replied.
"Hey, I've got a great idea!" Tim cried and ran
off towards his bedroom.
What is Tim's great idea?
Do any of DKR's regular readers have any suggestions as
to how to wake Solo up?
Will she ever wake up?
Where did Bob's body go?
How long can this author stretch out these dream sequences?
{Because of course - when she wakes up she will have to leave the Titanic
II before it gets shot off back to the future.}
[We seem to have made it to the twentieth episode…will we still be here
to celebrate the fiftieth? At the rate of ABC cut backs…this may
be
unlikely. - Would anyone like to
make a donation to Solo's DKR fund??]