Alfred had lost track of how long he had been in the Suburb. He shouldn’t have. After all, the only one of his possessions that
Delia opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings. She was lying on an old-fashioned chaise-lounge, fully dressed but covered by a light blanket.
“Donna, I have to hand it to you and your Grampy,” Carol said. “That massive prison break went like clockwork.” “Of course it went like
Welcome back! Sorry for the delay. When last we left off, Donna was instigating the rescue of the Handy Pavilion staff currently in prison, in