England, Dream on!
…Somebody else had done that before she got there. “How long’s this going to go on for?” , she wondered.
Minding her own business, she munched on the cheese and bread – it was stale. No surprise there, then. Then she lay down on the fluffily soft sofabed that was artfully designed to unfold into a shower cubicle to save space in the tiny ‘onebed’ she called home.
Just as she was trying to squeeze into her brightly adorned, newly acquired shoes, it hit. The micro-machine-filled missile landed surprisingly sedately through her bedroom window with a soft ‘plop’. Not knowing what it was, she cautiously examined it, but did not notice the grey powder that seemed to be oozing out of the bottom of the device…