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downstairs in the home of Henry’s.
    Henry awoke wondering where he was, sat in a rather unusual position in his chair in the lounge of their bungalow. Yesterday’s newspaper shot into the air and landed feather-like on the floor and coffee table as Henry erected himself, obviously reading the news late and fell asleep last night. Henry stretched, yawned and wiped his eyes as his strolled casually to the front of the house. Henry was surprisingly cold for some reason, touching the radiator to confirm it was on, and it was. As he entered the room he noticed the pane of glass either side of the porch door had smashed.
     
    A letter drifted towards him hitting his mixture of brown and grey slippers, it was noted
     
    ‘To find this note is purely for sight, numbers counting will reveal minds alike’
                 
    Henry, looking flabbergasted turned over the letter, only to be greeted by a blank piece of paper on the reverse. Henry was so tired and uncomfortable that he placed the note on the dining room table and headed for the bathroom to run a bath, as the note blew onto the floor and underneath the worktable. Henry reached for the battery powered radio and located the nossle to switch on.
    ‘Th…. r…. ee…. crackle…. crackle’ spoke the radio as he turned it on.
    Henry ignored and closed the door, finding a suitable song to relax to.
     
    Mavis woke up as she turned to her right to find an empty space where Henry usually is. She headed downstairs, ‘Morning’ said Mavis eagerly to Henry, who bore no reply, as she passed the landing to enter the kitchen and place some crumpets into the toaster. Mavis did her usual tidying up whilst humming some music from back in her time, and then she went to check on Henry, as his breakfast was nearly ready.
    ‘Henry, ye breakfast is nearly ready’ declared Mavis not fair from the bathroom door and went back into the kitchen to wash up a few pots and pans.
     
    ‘Arrrrraaaaah’ squelched Mavis loud enough for the street to here, making a few dogs bark in the distance.
     
    The radio was no more. There was a red explosion that left an imprint as Mavis clutched her fists and crouched on the floor. It was all over. The fire alarm belled as the toaster was burning to a crisp the contents. The smoke wisped out of the mechanism through the back door and into the foggy morning up into high levels of the sky.
     
    The telephone rang later that day, Cindy answered. George was putting Andrew and Edward to bed, until he heard a sobbing noise from the study. George quickly made the children go to sleep and kissed them goodnight and left quickly, leaving the door ajar.
     
    As George entered the study he felt a cool whisper of silent anxiousness and sadness. Cindy was sat facing the window in the black leather swizzle chair. George turned it around and placed his hand on her shoulders.
    ‘Who was that my dear?’ said George with concern,
    ‘The St Jacklin’s Hospital, they have bad news…Mavis was found unconscious this morning…’ replied Cindy in slow motion, breaking into tears as she spoke of her mother and what had just been said to her on the telephone. George comforted Cindy as best he could, placing both arms around her, kissing her forehead and reassuring her that things will be ok.
    ‘I need to go and see Henry’ she said promptly leaving her seat.
    ‘I’ll come with you’ said George.
    ‘No…I…. I…think its best if just I go’ said Cindy nervously, as she reached for her handbag, keys and coat. ‘You look after the children; they wouldn’t want to see their grandparents in this way’ added Cindy.
    ‘Ok, see you later dear’ said George, closing the door behind her and watching her run to her car in the long strands of rain drops thudding the metallic of her car as she enters.
     
    ‘Hi I’ve come to see my mother, Mavis P Straw’ said Cindy to the skinny blonde nurse with glasses behind the counter at the hospital.
    ‘If you’d like