‘She wasn’t making this easy for him, but he had to go. He was doing it for the right reasons, and she would thank him for it later – except it was unlikely that she would remember any of it, or even him.’
Six weeks ago Colin Holly had been a different man. Now, after saving a world, his life had changed – up to a point. He had tried to engage more with his surroundings, and he’d kept doing the daily crossword in case he was needed again, but what he really wanted was not to go home to an empty house, not to miss Anna, and to find Kia and the team wanting his help and support. Perhaps, if he’d known what was in store for him during the next twenty-four hours, he’d have hidden himself away and held his head in his hands. But maybe it was time to vacate cupboards and deal with matters head-on; having protected the planet, how difficult could it be? It couldn’t turn out to be any worse, could it?
Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the North Atlantic Ocean, all was calm. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was high and warm, and the air was fresh and clean. Everything was quiet…’
The Foggiest Notion
They arrived on the last stroke of midnight, eleven of them, moving as one. Had it been anywhere else they would have been seen, but they weren’t. Their size should have activated earthquake-monitoring stations, but they didn’t, no-one was aware of their presence – yet. Their turn of speed and actions showed they had an intent, a focus, a date with destiny.
Colin Holly was an average kind of chap, nondescript, in fact he was practically invisible in his daily routine. He was the sort of person you couldn’t help but fail to notice as you went to the newsagent’s or popped to the local shops. The only thing that really distinguished Holly was his love of crosswords, the more cryptic the better, and a usual day involved the solving of clues and the drinking of instant coffee.
Today was no ordinary day, though Holly had no idea what lay ahead – if he’d had he would probably have gone back to bed, or hidden in a cupboard. Blindly sticking to his customary patterns, a creature of habit, he treated the morning like any other, until he suddenly became aware of three things, one of which was a noise, a low rumble in the distance that was gradually getting louder and was starting to make the furniture shake…
Meanwhile in Wapping, a young boy woke to the dawn of his third birthday, a day his parents would always remember, or would that be forget?