"I'm back, Moses." Noah announced as he opened the door to his flat. He was surprised to be met with great tensions and excitement - he had expected just to be asked to pass some Georgian whatever or some ancient Chinese something from wherever it lay within the apartment.
"Noah! Come quick! You'll never believe what has happened!" Moses shouted, in a terrible excitement.
"Noah! We're in here, sweetheart." Mrs Bishop called out (how she always managed to be in the flat, Noah would never know) from the sitting room. Noah walked quickly to where they were, wanting to know what could possibly have happened since he left. He had not been gone for more than two hours. Perhaps Moses had twisted another ankle? He did not have to wait long. As soon as he entered the room, Mrs Bishop pounced on him, like a cougar pouncing on an unsuspecting vole. He let out a small squeak when she did so, and she looked at him strangely.
"Ah you alright, Noah?"
"Perfectly fine, thank you, Mrs Bishop."
"Well, you had best come and have a look at this. Moses can't quite contain himself! He's practically hopping out of his chair! I've told him, you know, I've said to him 'Moses - you must stay in that chair, you're not well', but he just won't listen to me." Noah marched over to where Moses was sat. He did look highly irritable, and he twitched and jumped in his chair every few moments as though he had fleas.
"Noah! Noah - look at this!" He gesticulated, wildly pointing about, all the while waving a brown envelope in his hand.
"What is it?"
"Read it!"
"Well I can't if you won't stop waving it about like that! I'm not a superhero, you know." Moses managed to stop moving just long enough for Noah to take the envelope from him, and then returned to waving his arms about, although he was not holding anything.
Noah opened the envelope. At first he had expected it to be a letter from the council, saying that they were repossessing the house for some secretive purpose, and that they would all be expected to find a new home. Although this was quite unusual for Jagen Tlanopé. However, he saw that the address on the front of the envelope was hand-written. It was addressed to Noah Crouch and Moses Beaumont.
"It was posted through the door - they must have been there! Outside the door of the building!" Moses was rambling incoherently in the background. "They must have been there! They must have been there!" Noah unfolded the piece of paper inside the envelope, and his heart froze. It read:
'Dear Moses and Noah,
I hope you don't mind my writing you a letter, but I decided it was about time I introduced myself. Not properly, of course, that would be madness. I know you. I know everything about you. This is mainly for Moses, but sadly Noah you are now collateral damage - and I can't let you go now. If you just walk over to the drawer opposite the biggest bookshelf in the sitting room, and open the top drawer, you'll find a little present from me.
Yours,'
There was no name at the bottom, just a picture of a grinning face that whoever had written this letter had drawn.
"Noah! Come quick! You'll never believe what has happened!" Moses shouted, in a terrible excitement.
"Noah! We're in here, sweetheart." Mrs Bishop called out (how she always managed to be in the flat, Noah would never know) from the sitting room. Noah walked quickly to where they were, wanting to know what could possibly have happened since he left. He had not been gone for more than two hours. Perhaps Moses had twisted another ankle? He did not have to wait long. As soon as he entered the room, Mrs Bishop pounced on him, like a cougar pouncing on an unsuspecting vole. He let out a small squeak when she did so, and she looked at him strangely.
"Ah you alright, Noah?"
"Perfectly fine, thank you, Mrs Bishop."
"Well, you had best come and have a look at this. Moses can't quite contain himself! He's practically hopping out of his chair! I've told him, you know, I've said to him 'Moses - you must stay in that chair, you're not well', but he just won't listen to me." Noah marched over to where Moses was sat. He did look highly irritable, and he twitched and jumped in his chair every few moments as though he had fleas.
"Noah! Noah - look at this!" He gesticulated, wildly pointing about, all the while waving a brown envelope in his hand.
"What is it?"
"Read it!"
"Well I can't if you won't stop waving it about like that! I'm not a superhero, you know." Moses managed to stop moving just long enough for Noah to take the envelope from him, and then returned to waving his arms about, although he was not holding anything.
Noah opened the envelope. At first he had expected it to be a letter from the council, saying that they were repossessing the house for some secretive purpose, and that they would all be expected to find a new home. Although this was quite unusual for Jagen Tlanopé. However, he saw that the address on the front of the envelope was hand-written. It was addressed to Noah Crouch and Moses Beaumont.
"It was posted through the door - they must have been there! Outside the door of the building!" Moses was rambling incoherently in the background. "They must have been there! They must have been there!" Noah unfolded the piece of paper inside the envelope, and his heart froze. It read:
'Dear Moses and Noah,
I hope you don't mind my writing you a letter, but I decided it was about time I introduced myself. Not properly, of course, that would be madness. I know you. I know everything about you. This is mainly for Moses, but sadly Noah you are now collateral damage - and I can't let you go now. If you just walk over to the drawer opposite the biggest bookshelf in the sitting room, and open the top drawer, you'll find a little present from me.
Yours,'
There was no name at the bottom, just a picture of a grinning face that whoever had written this letter had drawn.