His vision was blurred, but as he blinked, colours started to change from rainbow hues into a more believable muddy murk. His gaze settled on a shape more pink and rounded than most of the background. A livid scarlet oval within the pink blur was moving and his befuddled brain realised that the noises he could hear were associated with this movement.

"FER GORSSAKE WILKINS - WAKE UP!!!

"Wasserrrr??? Eh?" he replied.

As the voice spoke, he realised he recognised it. It belonged to the girl from......from.....

"You smelled the bat crap and keeled over... Are you okay?"
Priscilla was starting to get agitated by his condition......
He had seemed like a safe solid island in the sea of transient faces flowing through the airport on an hourly basis. She didn't really know him, but he had reminded her of the uncle in that TV programme, you know the one - with the plant and the big kitchen... Now she was starting to wonder if she had got him wrong!