innovate-issue-005

"That has to be a PIC" I said, as it seemed to be the twin of the little runabout I had looked at in thecarparkI had noticed its driver, a young man with a scarf around his neck, as if his vehicle was an open-top,when it was quite clearly not, the roof having been on as firmly as on the Phoenix or the...what was it?That other make which I had not heard of, whose name now escaped me in all this confusionA young couple rounded the corner from the West side...the side that I had not come from, the sidethat I now believed that I had never seen. Arm in arm they did not see me at first but strolled happilyalong engrossed in their own conversation. Then the woman started"Oh!" she gasped staring at me"Good afternoon" I said, all politeness"Stay away from me!" squawked the man, and to my amazed eyes, pushed the woman behind him anddrew a gun from a shoulder holster"What the Hell?" I demanded, leaping to my feet"Away I say!" he almost screamed, "Or I will shoot"I did not like the emphasis on "will" and took a step backwards, watching the barrel of the gun waveup and down in the young fellow's panic. It seemed as likely to shoot out one of the stained glasswindows of the chapel behind my head, than to shoot me, but if it was an even bet I did not wish forhim to fire at all"You will stand right there" he saidI shrugged; never argue with a madman with a gun."Come along honey, he's not going to get you" the man said, with a strange mixture of terror andbravado.Pushing her along in front of him, he walked in an awkward backwards-facing movement until he wasaround the corner, back where my memory told me the main carpark ought to be, but recent experiencetold me there was an ornamental garden."Right..." I said, dragging the word out. I had no wish to tangle with that madman again any time soon,so headed up to the golden gates to see what the main road might have to offer