7. Lovely ... Don't mind the screams
🛸 Episode 7 of the Intergalactizen's Guide to Taming Earthlings: Season 1
[Setting: Modern England, mid-summer, Declan’s home.
[Jerry gets oh-so-close to finally getting his phone to ring Declan for a growing list of reasons (such as help getting the fuck back out of this 3D virtual-reality movie playing all around him).
[As Jerry looks on, Declan’s wife Shanta finally returns with secret surprises of her own, but not before causing chaos in front of her home when she runs into Ever-Ready Freddie, the ex-con trying to murder Declan with his bare hands for demolishing his house.]
For a minute, Jerry wondered if the blackness surrounding him meant that the 3D virtual movie of his friend Declan’s life, and his witchy wife, was over. He crawled forward on the floor, which felt the same as his bedroom rug, and he gripped onto something hard with large square corners that still felt like a dresser next to him. Yet he couldn’t understand why it was so dark. Even in the middle of the night, the room had never been this dark.
He inched forward a bit further on his knees, and then everything around him lit up once more on Shanta standing in front of her and Declan’s house. Not only was the 3D virtual reality not over, but the worst person possible stood in the way of Shanta and her front door:
Ever-Ready Freddie, angrier than ever.
Jerry cursed under his breath, “Oh, not her. Don’t kill his wife! That’s – oh, where the fuck is my god-damn phone??”
With more determination, Jerry pushed himself forward with his hands feeling everywhere in front of him, trying desperately to feel where he’d left his phone in this bedroom he still couldn’t see. Jerry feared he was seeing a livestream, but if he could just ring up Declan and tell him to get out of his house to stop Freddie, then maybe he could fix this. That was what Jerry had always done. Jerry was the fixer. He couldn’t fail his best mate now.
He bumped his head against some furniture he couldn’t see near the opposite wall when suddenly he felt it:
The pile of clothes, the course feel of what must be his old jeans, and his fingers searched on until he reached a pocket and…
He hissed out, “Yes” as his hand curled around his phone and found the power switch.