Private (Third) Eye - Tuesday Morning.

I found out where in the hell I was when I busted through a solid metal door. It wasn't easy let me tell you and I ruined a perfectly serviceable ten year old, brown pair of shoes, size 9. After I'd cleared the custard from my eyes I knew at once that the lights were not on. That was okay as sunlight was flooding into the room. When I say room I mean the window display to Selfridges. I have to admit, this was the third weirdest place I'd ever woken up. Now I'd regained my senses it was clear to me. The scattered leaves meant that plant was involved in this. The muddy boot prints told me he wasn't working alone. That stood to reason, the plant had no opposable thumbs, how would he pick anything up? Looking around I realised I wasn't alone. Peering through the window at me were two pigeons and a dustman. The dustman was fine, just a hard working Joe making a buck, but those beady little pigeon eyes were following my every move. I'd not moved yet but when I did my suspicions were confirmed. So, a plant, a guy with muddy boots and a couple of winged devils. Things were getting interesting. I took the quick way out of the shop, using a skeleton key in the shape of a mannequin to gently open the window. The pigeon's took flight as I stepped onto the pavement. For the first time in a fortnight I wished for the power of flight. Not to catch them, just to follow. I knew as well as they did, as well as every pigeon knows, they were just pawns in another guys game of chess. I guess that made me the Knight. Or the Queen but I wasn't going to pull at that thread again. I looked at the spot on my arm where my watch used to be. I was hungry so it was breakfast time.