To Those in the Know-From Thomas

[father_peter]

My mother is upstairs!

Goddammit!

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[seminalsemiotic.livejournal.com]

Do you need somewhere to escape to, darling? Surely there must be an exit clear...

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Are you alright, Thomas?

[twilightrobe.livejournal.com]

yikes.

but then, you're probably not the first man ever to have said that.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

There is, but what if she sees me from the window! I'll give a seventy-five year old woman a heart attack! Peter's trying to occupy her, but as far as I can tell, they haven't left the lounge room.

God, I'm glad I saw her car coming up the drive.

Also, Peter, you should buy my mum a new car! Because I say. She's had that thing since 1972.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Probably the first dead one.

[seminalsemiotic.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose if there's no real intent to give a full walking tour of the house, you'll probably be fine... I'm sorry you have the stress of the situation upon you, though *hugs*

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Would you like me to come round when all is said and done? Or even sooner?

[twilightrobe.livejournal.com]

fair point... guess there's a first time for everythin'.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I think I'll just...escape. Eventually...

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Well, I will be unfound anyway. Not so sure about fine.

[seminalsemiotic.livejournal.com]

We'll be here if you need us, Thomas.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

My door will be open if you find you want to escape here.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I know you will, thank you.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Spectre. I appreciate it.

[seminalsemiotic.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, my darling.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Absolutely any time, dear Thomas.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

I would love to buy your mother a car, though I don't know if she'll let me. You know she loves that beast of a thing.

Thomas, where are you?