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'Well Margaret, I s'pose this is as good a time as any to be lookin around! Sure as hell pleased that Sandra's come back! Whadya say to that Old Girl!' Margaret glared back at him. 'I wish you'd be leavin her outta this,' she replied, 'she's young enough to be your daughter. Remember youre a Grandpa now!' Don winced, 'Aw come on Margaret! Dont ya be tellin me that you gotta a bit of the green eye!' <img src='style_emoticons//huh.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’huh.gif’ /> 'sch……sh… quiet' she motioned, taking the opportunity to place her hand across his wide open mouth………'Didya hear somethin?' They both stopped Dead in their tracks. 'I aint hearin nuthin,' Don replied, pushing her hand away, 'An next time you got somethin to say, jest keep yer hands to yerself!' A louder noise made Don jump…….'Well I did hear somthin that time!l' Don exclaimed………'Holy Cow!' Margaret stared at Don, her face a picture of stone. <!–emo&<_<img src='style_emoticons//dry.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’dry.gif’ /> 'You callin me a Holy Cow?' 'Naw, Margaret, I jest herd a noise too. Didnt you feel somethin near yer ears?'
'No, nothin at all!' Come on then' Don laughed, ' lets carry on lookin. With everythin that's been goin on here it aint no wonder we both actin up kinda strange'.

Sandra hid behind the figure of J.T. He appeared to be hobbling somewhat and his pace was becoming much slower. Now and again he would turn his hooded head as if checking to see if anyone was behind. 'I can't believe this,' Sandra muttered to herself. 'I can't believe that after all I have been through I am now in this awful situation!' 'You okay?' a voice whispered in her ear. 'God Jacky, did you have to frighten me like that!' I nearly jumped out of my skin!' 'OOps, sorry Sandra. But I saw you had disappeared and I really would have died if you had been taken by the White One again! So tell me, what are you doing now?' 'I'm following John Travolta, or whoever he is! Don and Margaret have gone on a walkabout and I saw JT following them. Strange thing though Jacky. His feet. His sandals don't quite foot the bill!' 'Why?' Jacky asked. 'What's wrong with his feet, or sandals or whatever……and I don't see anyone!' 'Look in front, towards the tall stone pillar ahead on the left hand side…….he's there…..Look!' Jacky squinted, trying to see. 'Aah, I see him' she exclaimed, 'I see him Sandra!' 'Well why do you think he is following Don and Margaret' Sandra grabbed hold of Jacky's arm. 'You know what Sandra? You know what that figure is?' Sandra looked at Jacky's face which was creased with laughter. 'That isn't John Travolta, that's one of the old inhabitants of the Castle. He really has been having a fun day with all of you. Certainly lured Michele and Martha back. Boy is he having a laugh now watching what Margaret and Don are up to!'

Suddenly a hight pitched scream reverberated backwards. 'What's the matter now!' Don grabbed Margaret by the shoulders. 'My hair, my hair!' 'Yer hair! Yer HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR' Don exclaimed, wondering what his wife was gabbling on about! 'Shucks woman, yer really gettin on my nerves. Yer really are……… I swear to God you got BATS IN THE BELFRY!' <img src='style_emoticons//rolleyes.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’rolleyes.gif’ />