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Looking up, you realize that while there is a trapdoor, part of the cellar only has a low, slanting roof - in fact, only about a foot off the ground. Well, I've smashed through ceilings before, you think. Now I'll just do it on purpose.
Backing up, you start a wobbly, off-balance charge towards the roof. At the last minute, you make a flying leap at the roof.
'Flying', in this case, meaning about three inches. Your ankles catch the edge, and you hit the shingles face first. The last thing you see before you hit is Raffles looking up with a confused expression.
You awaken to the feeling of a rough tongue against your face. You crack open your eyes.
"Hey, you awake now?" Fred says. "That was quite an entrance you had there."
You groan.
"Come on, I can't leave you lying there - someone's bound to come about the roof. My chauffeur should be here in a minute with the truck, and we can get out of here."
"Okay, okay," you say. "I'll be up in a second."
A moment later, Fred prods you again.
"Yeah, I'm up," you lie.
"I told you, we have to get out of here."
"I know," you reply. Stuffing your hands under you, you give a shove. You hardly move. "Nuh-uh, this won't work."
"Come on," Fred says, tugging at you. "Here, just grab the side of the table and haul yourself up - we have to go."
Moaning, you follow his suggestion, and wearily trudge after him as he leads you around into the hall with the trapdoor. As you 'unlock' it, you grumble, "So much for having to avoid this - I coulda skipped the roof."
"If you had, Raffle's would just grab you like he did me. Here's the truck."
After the day you've had, even a stretch SUV-limo doesn't even deserve notice. You just step in, and as the driver pulls out, lean back and pass out.
Written by Robin Z
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