The cacophony of the crashing pewter turntable jolted me out of my reverie, the nostalgia that had just engulfed me in a tight cocoon vanished as I rushed to the scene of the commotion. Even before I reached the cavernous chamber, that was our hall, I had a sneaky suspicion of who the culprit might be. As I approached the crowd of people that had already gathered around the entrance, I could clearly see the crop of distinctive auburn hair that was Gin’s. He was grinning sheepishly as he inched his way into the safety of the surrounding populous. Gin! You fool!, was all that I could say to myself.
“GIN! You filthy weasel of a dog!” the master screeched. As the bulbous figure of the master entered the hallway, a cold shiver ran down each of our spines. “You’ll pay for your impertinence, you little filth! A day in the chokey will straighten your act.”
There was a visible gasp at the pronouncement of his sentence and the smirk on Gin’s face was replaced by an expression of pure terror. I tore my eyes away from the freakish features of the master to find my heart filled with a greater trepidation as I spied the pallid countenance of Gin, even his freckles had seemingly disappeared.
“NO! no! nooo...!”, was all that we could hear as we watched Gin being dangled by his ankles and carted of into the dark abyss of the dungeons by the abominable drones. My eyes were livid, and my hands clammy, as all the feeling of a happy past was snuffed out by a downpour of mercury in my heart. Gin! You fool!