David looked into her(his) eyes. He was suddenly all too aware of how unprepared he was for this encounter with love. He had no chocolates or flowers, but he did have garlic lollies and a healthy sized piece of lint. This woman though, certainly deserved more.
"This is for you" the rockstar chimed and handed MbBlenzy the book, the very book that had been retrieved for him. Sitting in a far secluded corner, a large earlobed watcher sighed. "Such a beautiful creature deserves no less" Daved added, his eyes never leaving MbBlenzy.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the crowded restaurant, Jagger had followed Hermoine into the kitchen. He had recognized her from "those days" and was forming a plan of action that involved her. Not because it was particularly cunning or clever, just because Mick had always had quite a crush on Hermoine.
Hermoine shrieked when she saw the mammoth lipped intruder in the "employees only" area and let loose once again with the steel tipped shoe.
Somewhere else, other than where Bowie sat and Jagger kneeled in pain, another interloper was shuffling around trying not to be noticed. A young girl with a paper bag on her head who had nothing better to do than try and save the world.
In yet another part of the place the tall attractive woman with the mustache stood, just trying to keep out of everyone's way.
"Can I go home yet?" The voice was David Jones' own. He seemed irritated to be held up for over 30 years.
"Soon Dave, soon." Lennon told him soothingly. "If there is a home to go back to after this is all over." He added, none too reassuringly. "It all depends on Gus."
"WHAT?" said Gus.
"Why the hell do you think I dragged you here!!?? You have to help us!"
"I thought it was just, you know, exposition. We gotta inform the readers about the story so far don't we?"
"Look." Lennon was becoming touchy. "One more outburst like that from you..." he simply pointed to the German Shephards outside and that was enough to give Gus the message.
"Ok ok, so what do you need from me?"
"You Gus, are one of the few who has access and the trust of the one known as Nyartholep. This man, or thing, is the key to us being able to fulfill David's true destiny. Nyartholep must be destroyed. A pill in his tea should do it, I'll provide the pill, you provide the tea, and presto! Were done." At that John pulled a pill the size of a cookie out of his pocket.
Of course it would have to be a massive bloody pill Gus though dejectedly.
"Of course it has to be a massive pill." Lennon said. "You can't kill evil with just a normal sized pill you know"
"I didn't know that" replied Gus.
Little Alex didn't realise she could fly.
Not just fly as in buy an American Airlines ticket and get your passport stamped. What is meant here is fly like Superman. What "fly" is alluding to in this instance is the physics-defying flight of just holding your arms out in front of you and taking off.
She had just thought of flying, and taken off, as if it was quite natural to do so. Could all human babies do this? Doubtful.
So off she went soaring through the sky, a baby hurtling like a rocket.
All this had little to do with the funny old crib David had bought Alex, even though the fumes from the paint that wouldn't dry had caused swelling in her eyes and some brain hemorrhaging. This had more to do with a secret experiment performed with the assistance of one Mick Jagger.
Little Alex was not Iman's child. She was Mick and David's child. The offspring of a power that is boundless. The daughter of David.
This daughter of David was in danger. Station Air Force Base had spotted her on their radar and had scrambled 12 jets to intercept.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Do not, I beg you, look for anything behind phenomena. They are themselves their own lesson."