Murder is one. So is mayhem. And then there's misery, mediocrity, melancholy, and -- well. Lots of things.
But the word the woman says that catches Claude's attention isn't a word that begins with M that he hears all that often:
Milliways.
He dusts off his coat (fat lot of good that does) as he circles around the dumpster. What's the sound of one set of footsteps in this city, as long as you can't hear thunder forty miles off?
Claude has always been good at watching; he watches now. Watches as she talks to herself.
He folds his arms.
"I'll tell you what you're going to do," comes a -- seemingly -- disembodied voice. "You're going to listen. And you're not going to scream, and I'm not going to hurt you. That's a promise. All right?"
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Murder is one. So is mayhem. And then there's misery, mediocrity, melancholy, and -- well. Lots of things.
But the word the woman says that catches Claude's attention isn't a word that begins with M that he hears all that often:
Milliways.
He dusts off his coat (fat lot of good that does) as he circles around the dumpster. What's the sound of one set of footsteps in this city, as long as you can't hear thunder forty miles off?
Claude has always been good at watching; he watches now. Watches as she talks to herself.
He folds his arms.
"I'll tell you what you're going to do," comes a -- seemingly -- disembodied voice. "You're going to listen. And you're not going to scream, and I'm not going to hurt you. That's a promise. All right?"