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want to stand in the rain so I left."
"Could you tell who it was he was arguing with?"
"No," Yasmin bit her lips. "It was dark and noisy with the storm. I actually thought it was a woman but then I can't be sure. It didn't sound like Nathan. He and Arnold are always arguing about something."
"This was later, after I saw you?" Paul interrupted.
Yasmin took a while to reply.
"Yes I went back again later." Yasmin stared at her shoes. "What is going to happen now?"
"Well we have to wait out the storm but hopefully we might be able to get you back home tomorrow as planned."
"But what about Arnold?" Yasmin wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Paul and I have just been around and checked all of the buildings so he's not here. The police aren't going to do anything now, not with the cyclone hanging around."
"And not after the last time we called them," Paul added under his breath.
Lou tried to add a brighter note. "We'll be getting dinner soon and then we'll have an early night." Lou steered Yasmin towards the door. "Hopefully the cyclone will have passed and we can have a better look in the morning. Okay?"
Lou firmly shut the door behind her. Paul was still seated with his arms crossed.
"So?" he pressed.
"So I don't think she's telling the truth. I think she's more worried about her job than her boyfriend. She's got too much to lose. Besides, I don't think he's quite as separated from his wife as she makes out.
"I wonder if Ms Perfect knows that?"
"Well if she does she's putting on a great performance." Lou sighed and hauled herself to her feet. "It's getting on and there's nothing much else we can do about it. I'd better go and see what we can put together for dinner."
"Mmmm food. My favourite word." Paul followed her out the door and they set off down the shadowy corridor towards the kitchen.
Clara obviously hadn't started her preparations yet and the kitchen was cold and gloomy in the half-light cast by the cyclone.
"So what do you think?" asked Lou as she tried to light the gas lamp.
"About?" asked Paul, taking over.
"About Arnold. Do you think he could be in trouble? Or do you think he might be crazy?"
"Does the word 'obsession' mean anything to you?" Paul leaned towards her but she ducked under his arms.
"Doesn't it concern you that we might be trapped in a cyclone with a…?"
"A nutter is the word you are looking for. No actually I'm more concerned that we are trapped in a building full of boring business types." Paul started opening bottles and poking into cupboards. "Anything to eat around here?"
"Here" Lou thrust a bottle of biscuits at him.
"Thanks," said Paul grabbing a couple and wolfing them down. He stopped chewing. "What, you okay?"
"There's someone out there," whispered Lou, staring at the kitchen door.
"Where?"
Lou grabbed his arm and turned him to face the glass door that led outside. "I saw someone out there."
"In that storm? You're crazy."
"Shh!" Lou turned down the lamp and pulled him against the wall.
They stood there silently and watched as the door handle began to turn. Paul grabbed for a frying-pan. The knob stopped turning.
"It's locked," whispered Lou.
Paul nodded. "Stay here." Paul slowly moved towards the door. Lou crouched behind him and followed.
The wind suddenly dropped and the room became silent. The door rattled. Lou gasped as a rock shattered a pane of glass. A hand came through to unlock the door. The lock turned, the hand retreated and then the door creaked open. Paul gently pushed Lou behind him. The shadows moved and a figure slunk into the room. Paul crept between it and the door and then lunged. In the half light the two figures fell to the floor and rolled around, grunting. Paul got on top, punched the other twice and then hauled the figure to its feet. Lou turned up the lamp and the light bounced off a familiar face.
Lou couldn't believe her eyes. "Arnold?"
"So the idiot has returned," Paul held tight as Arnold struggled.
"Take your hands off
"Could you tell who it was he was arguing with?"
"No," Yasmin bit her lips. "It was dark and noisy with the storm. I actually thought it was a woman but then I can't be sure. It didn't sound like Nathan. He and Arnold are always arguing about something."
"This was later, after I saw you?" Paul interrupted.
Yasmin took a while to reply.
"Yes I went back again later." Yasmin stared at her shoes. "What is going to happen now?"
"Well we have to wait out the storm but hopefully we might be able to get you back home tomorrow as planned."
"But what about Arnold?" Yasmin wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Paul and I have just been around and checked all of the buildings so he's not here. The police aren't going to do anything now, not with the cyclone hanging around."
"And not after the last time we called them," Paul added under his breath.
Lou tried to add a brighter note. "We'll be getting dinner soon and then we'll have an early night." Lou steered Yasmin towards the door. "Hopefully the cyclone will have passed and we can have a better look in the morning. Okay?"
Lou firmly shut the door behind her. Paul was still seated with his arms crossed.
"So?" he pressed.
"So I don't think she's telling the truth. I think she's more worried about her job than her boyfriend. She's got too much to lose. Besides, I don't think he's quite as separated from his wife as she makes out.
"I wonder if Ms Perfect knows that?"
"Well if she does she's putting on a great performance." Lou sighed and hauled herself to her feet. "It's getting on and there's nothing much else we can do about it. I'd better go and see what we can put together for dinner."
"Mmmm food. My favourite word." Paul followed her out the door and they set off down the shadowy corridor towards the kitchen.
Clara obviously hadn't started her preparations yet and the kitchen was cold and gloomy in the half-light cast by the cyclone.
"So what do you think?" asked Lou as she tried to light the gas lamp.
"About?" asked Paul, taking over.
"About Arnold. Do you think he could be in trouble? Or do you think he might be crazy?"
"Does the word 'obsession' mean anything to you?" Paul leaned towards her but she ducked under his arms.
"Doesn't it concern you that we might be trapped in a cyclone with a…?"
"A nutter is the word you are looking for. No actually I'm more concerned that we are trapped in a building full of boring business types." Paul started opening bottles and poking into cupboards. "Anything to eat around here?"
"Here" Lou thrust a bottle of biscuits at him.
"Thanks," said Paul grabbing a couple and wolfing them down. He stopped chewing. "What, you okay?"
"There's someone out there," whispered Lou, staring at the kitchen door.
"Where?"
Lou grabbed his arm and turned him to face the glass door that led outside. "I saw someone out there."
"In that storm? You're crazy."
"Shh!" Lou turned down the lamp and pulled him against the wall.
They stood there silently and watched as the door handle began to turn. Paul grabbed for a frying-pan. The knob stopped turning.
"It's locked," whispered Lou.
Paul nodded. "Stay here." Paul slowly moved towards the door. Lou crouched behind him and followed.
The wind suddenly dropped and the room became silent. The door rattled. Lou gasped as a rock shattered a pane of glass. A hand came through to unlock the door. The lock turned, the hand retreated and then the door creaked open. Paul gently pushed Lou behind him. The shadows moved and a figure slunk into the room. Paul crept between it and the door and then lunged. In the half light the two figures fell to the floor and rolled around, grunting. Paul got on top, punched the other twice and then hauled the figure to its feet. Lou turned up the lamp and the light bounced off a familiar face.
Lou couldn't believe her eyes. "Arnold?"
"So the idiot has returned," Paul held tight as Arnold struggled.
"Take your hands off
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