Chapter 6

"Are they dead?"

"No. Seventeen more." said Henry.

"So they're alive?"

"No. Sixteen."

"Henry," said Robyn, "They have to be either alive or dead."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

There was a pause.

"Alright then. Are they undead?"

"Yes. Fifteen."

"Are they very famous?"

"Yes. Fourteen."

"Are they a vampire?"


"Is it Count Dracula?"

Henry sighed. "Yes. Your turn."

"Fire away."

"Male or female?"

"Henry, it has to be a yes or no question."

"Fine, fine. Are they male?"

"No. Nineteen."

"So they're female?"

"Yes. Eighteen."

"What are you to doing?" asked the Hero.

"You're awake!" said Robyn, "Did you get your question answered this time?"


"Hey, hey," said Henry when Robyn got up, "Who was it?"


"Your person. Twenty questions. Who was it?"

"Does it really matter?"


"So," said Robyn. "Now, we know where we're going, we've packed Henry's books, dog food, spare underwear..."

The Hero muttered in objection to this. Robyn ignored him.

"... Catwoman's dried fish, my hairbrush and cow's brains for Igor. Now, can anyone thinkg of anything we've forgotten?"

The Hero raised his hand (this was something he hadn't done since playgroup).

"Yes, Hero?"


"Who's Lindsey?"

"My girlfriend. Doctor O captured her last Wednesday. I've been meaning to go get her back."

"What happened to Priscilla?" asked Henry.


"Priscilla. You chared into my castle, threatened me with a sword and demanded to know where Priscilla was."

The Hero frowned. "Tall girl. Blonde hair. Big hips?"

"How should I know? I never met her."

"Wait, was that Suzy? I think that might've been Suzy."

He became aware that Robyn and Henry were staring at him.

"What? I've had a lot of girlfriends."