Ulysses & the Fugitive - Ch. 14: Diner Conversation
By Alfred Underhill
Five days later, Giles, Nera, and Ulysses waited inside The Doughbox Diner in Sydney, Australia.
Not long after their arrival on the continent, the trio had contacted Jonathon O'Flannery. His plane had
landed at Kingsford Smith airport hours earlier.
Giles fidgeted with a butter packet. "Right, so we should be seeing Mr. Special Agent any
minute now, yes?" Ulysses nodded to him yet kept quiet. "So he gets here and we'll tell him about you
two's little plan, and then we'll head back to my flat?"
"Uh-huh". Ulysses was tired; he was struggling to stay upright in his seat.
"Christ, mate, you look like shit. I mean, I can understand why. We'll need to find a way to get
you fixed up a bit if you're going to keep on with your new girlfriend." Giles offered him a weak smile,
and Ulysses flipped him the bird in response. The Australian chuckled, Nera smiled. "Now, now I know
you've had very little sleep the past few days. I do think we should get you in to see a doctor, though. If
nothing else, we'll make sure that Nera didn't actually break any of your ribs with one of her hugs."
Nera looked tenderly at Ulysses and stroked the side of his face. He feebly squeezed her leg in
reassurance. "Perhaps you should go see a doctor, Ulysses," she said. "I'm trying to be more careful
with my affection. I really hope I haven't injured you."
Ulysses waved his hand at her. "We can go find a doctor once we've met with Agent O'Flannery.
Shouldn't be long. I'll be fine until then."
Giles shrugged at them. "Suit yourself. Just let me know when you want to go." He shifted in his
seat. "I'll admit I'm a little surprised at how good it feels to be back." He paused for a moment, staring
at some unseen spot. "Well, considering the circumstances, I guess it's actually not all that surprising.
Glad I didn't end up on a no-fly list before I could get home. Thanks again for bringing the rest of my
crap with you. I know waiting for me to finish flying here was tedious."