“Step back now,” Oak commanded forcefully, stepping forward to
literally shove me away from my daughter-in-law's unconscious body.
“Steady on,” I responded as I regained my posture, “There's no
need to be so rough!”
“I believe there is every need,” Oak replied curtly. “Neither
you nor your wife seem to grasp the gravitas of this situation. You
both blithely ignore my warnings, disregard my instructions and carry
on as you bloody well please.”
“I was just checking on Fiona,” I told him, “Making sure she's
okay.”
“What about the door?” Mary asked, “I'm sure there's something
out there.”
Oak looked me in the eye, a cold dark look bereft of any emotion.
“And when the girl wakes up,” he said, “How do you know it will
be your daughter-in-law?”
“What?” I asked, surprised by the question. “Who else would it
be?”
Oak's eyebrows raced up his forehead as he tutted loudly.
“The door?” my wife asked again. “What are we going to do
about the door?”
