Bob opened his eyes to find himself somewhere altogether too deserty.
This wasn't the canal or the housing estate.
His head felt like a herd of rhino had use it as a treadmill.
Which one was it this time?
One of those two must have triggered something.
Judging by Laura's guilty expression, he guessed it was her.
She must have found something shiny again.
Fran didn't look happy.
How did he get into these things?
It seemed like one minute he was walking the beat and the next he was in the "other place", dodging "vampires", buying drinks for a slightly alcoholic member of the heavenly host and working for a sorcerous DCI !
To top it all off his best friend had found out she was ....... well, what?
Some sort of, elemental?
At least he didn't have anything like that to deal with. How she'd gotten her head around that one
gods only.....,
heaven only....., who new.
One thing was for sure, life couldn't possibly get any more strange!