Mr Hook's Big Black Box

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"Oh no," Destinee put her hands over her mouth, horrified, "Did they kill you?"

The others around the hospital bed all turned to look at her slowly. For a moment she'd sounded like the old Monty, not thinking through what she was saying. And as charming as it was, none of them had ever been sure how to respond to comments like that.

"Oh, yes," she blushed after a couple of seconds, "I should know you were still alive, because I saw you the next day. So they beat you up?"

"You could say that," Kris winced at the remembered pain, "They pounded me until my body felt like one big bruise. Took my clothes, too, looking for the key. Thanks, Dwayne."

"I didn't think," Dwayne muttered, "I'm sorry. Did I really say...?"

"So they got the key?" Destinee was on the edge of her seat, waiting to hear what happened next, "That's even worse than you dying!"

"No, Destinee," Kris put an arm around her shoulder, "That didn't happen either. And I guess I should thank Dwayne really. By shifting their attention, they were focused on trying to find the key, as well as the Box. And that meant their attention was divided, they were asking me different questions. The wrong questions, as it turned out."

"I still feel bad about diving out of the window," Dwayne gave a half shrug, "But I kind of want to know now. Just what did they ask you?"