Epilogue

The door burst open.

"Harry you've got to get out!"

He hadn't even said 'come in'.

Ros and Lucas stood at the door, their jaws virtually resting on the floorboards.

Harry and Ruth stood, intertwine. Harry's towel only just clinging to his waist and Ruth's dress likewise.

Ros knew from the look on Harry's face, that if a gun had been within reach, that both she and Lucas would be dead.

"False Alarm," she said calmly, "Just a drill."

Lucas smiled sheepishly and began to drag her from the room.

"Just wanted to let you know," she said, disappearing behind Lucas's rather forceful arm.

"Carry on," she called as the door slammed shut.

Ruth's hand reached up to Harry's still rather furious face.

"Harry?"

He grunted.

"Harry, you heard the woman."

He looked at her and she smiled.

"Carry on!"

He took a deep breath and swung her round to the bed.

And then he carried on.

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