CHAPTER EIGHT
Mr.Sandman is coming to Town
The inside of the pod was vast and shaped like an egg. There were big round gears and spooky-looking compartments at the back, all closed off with steel gates. It was a bit eerie. An icy finger traced down my back as I stared at it.
“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Natalie asked.
“Yeah, if you think creepy is cool.”
“C’mon, Chas.” Chuckling, she led me to the few seats stacked against the windows.
Reeves helped St. Phillipus attach the flute-like instrument to the front of the pod, next to the wheel.
My eyes were fixed on them as they used all their strength to get it to click into place.
“I’m getting too old for this bollocks.” St. Phillipus collapsed into the only seat in front, panting from exertion. “You ready for this, son?”
Reeves, who seemed
