Gimico looked up towards William, “Come on William, if you come peacefully with your friends the ministry cannot possibly impose further action against you.”
“Why that’s bloody ridiculous!” Charlie shouted. “I have plans for this afternoon, do you take us all for gumbies?”
Mr. Ross raised his right hand to calm Charlie down. “He’s explained everything quite clearly, and it’s probably best that we all go to the Ministry Of Athlone now and get this sorted with. Thomas you don’t mind tagging along with us do you?”
Thomas glanced at Gimico quickly and before returning his focus to Mr. Ross. “No I don’t mind….”
“He doesn’t have a choice Edward,” Gimico interrupted loudly.
“Yes he does!” Mr Ross backed firmly.
Emma sighed as the two men stared at each other relentlessly, “He’s already said he doesn’t mind, can we just go and get these matters cleared up?”
“Right you are young Ms. Ross,” Gimico said while turning his focus to Thomas who returned eye contact.
As they prepared to head to the Ministry of Athlone, Thomas was stricken by the realization that he had not packed any official documentation whatsoever. However it seemed that Mr. Ross sensed his hesitation.
“Don’t worry about heading home to bring your documents, the Ministry keeps a record.”
William stared out of the front window watching the traffic and the buildings across the street one of which just happened to be Stellar's Pub.
“Can we stop for a bite across the street before we leave here Mr. Ross?”
“Why, I think that is a good idea, better on a full tank then an empty one I always say!” he said, smiling fondly. “Do you have everything Emma?”
“Yes father, but how long will we be at the Ministry?”
“I reckon once we get there and show them that William here is no murderer with not a bad record to his name, they should let us go,” Charlie voiced almost calmly.
The stress was affecting all of them deep down although Thomas knew none would show it. He himself had no possible idea why he was also asked to attend the meeting.
The sun was starting to set as they set off towards Stellar’s Pub where they would see if any free rooms were available for the night.
“We can’t leave in this utter darkness!” Mr. Ross muttered to Gimico.
“They are expecting us whether we choose to go or not and if we do not go, they will come looking for you and your friends and family!” Gimico countered.
“But the children, they haven’t slept since last night!”
“Listen to me Mr. Ross, you know I am a friend to you and those around you but I cannot stand by and watch you be detained because you did not show up to defend these children!”
I know Gimico but I myself am fatigued, I must rest.”
Gimico stared him as they approached the entrance that led into Stellar’s Pub. The green sign that bore its name was bordered with a gold coat and the glass that exposed the inside was arch-like in shape and had very green nice outlines running through where the individual pieces were connected to each other. The inside was like an average pub without the darkness. It seemed like a spot one would go to buy Christmas presents and was cheery in atmosphere. The flooring was coloured in a toasty-brown colour that welcomed them like a warm haven.
“If you will not go to the Ministry of Athlone,” Gimico continued, “then I will go and tell them to expect you in the morning.”
