'Knock, knock'

She doesn't register the pounding on the door at first, too deep is her trance as she watches the TV, but then she jerks her head up and, pausing a moment to gather the energy, thrusts herself upwards. She trots down the tiled hallway, tries to call out to the dark shape beyond the glass in the door that she's coming, but her rusty voice catches in her throat. Coughing, she kicks some junk mail out of the way as she scrapes the door open.

"...Dad?" She asks, after a moment of bewilderment.

"Not at the moment." He blares back, making her wince at the volume. He's a large man, with a red-ish beard and big boots, coated in mud and dust.

"Um. Right." She stands in the doorway and crosses her arms, shivering a little as the cool air slithers over her goose-pimpled skin. 

"You must come with me!"

"Ugh, not so loud. What are you on about? Why are you here? Where have you been?"

"I'm here to bring you to my master. My master wants to speak with you." He doesn't modulate his voice in the slightest.

"What? Your mas- who's your 'master'? Do you mean your boss? Do you even have a job? Why would he want to talk to me anyway? And where have you been for the last I-don't-even-know-how-long?"

"I'm here to bring you to my master. My master wants to speak with you." 

"Yeah, you said that. Dumbass. Why would I come with you? After you pretty much disappeared. I've got a life, you know."

"No you don't. And you must come with me if you want your father back."

"Oh, I get it, this is one of your stupid games, well, sorry but I'm not playing. So either explain yourself or leave and go back to whatever miserable place you came from. I've survived this long without a dad and I can keep on doing so."

"I don't play games. I am not your father. If you want your father back, you must come with me."

"Well, I don't." Taking a step backwards, she slams the door. With a scowl contorting her face, she strides back to her lair. She pauses momentarily as she hears a knock on the door, but ignores it. The knocking then becomes an incessant pounding, speeding up and rattling the door.

"Okay! Jesus." She turns back, but the pounding continues until, with a loud cracking, the window shatters. Staring in shock, she looks at him with the first hint of fear, her armour of anger weakened slightly by his weirdly unconcerned expression. He doesn't seem to have noticed what he has done, just standing there eyeing her through the empty window-frame.

"What the...?" She mutters. "Okay! I'm coming! Christ. Just let me get my stuff."

"Leave it."

"Um, hello? I at least need shoes."

"Yes. Hurry."

"Well yeah I suppose it must be urgent if you broke my damn window about it. You better pay for that you know. It's not my fault you don't understand a closed door."

"I'm here to bring you to my master. My master wants to speak with you." 


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