It had all flashed by so quickly, he’d hardly had time to register what was happening to him. Now he thought that if the opportunity came up to visit a gentler, less dangerous film, he might just ask Mr Lazarus to send him in. How brilliant would it be to visit a fantastic world of science fiction? Or to spend a bit of time with one of his favourite movie stars, knowing that he had the Retriever with him to get him out of trouble if anything should go wrong? Mind you, the next scheduled film at the Paramount, Terror Island, wasn’t the kind of movie he’d be in a great hurry to visit. If actors dressed as flesh-eating Neanderthals were going to turn into real flesh-eating Neanderthals, he frankly didn’t want to be involved. Still, it was something to think about for the future – and the more he thought about it, the more appealing it became. He even thought about telling Beth what had happened, but chickened out at the last minute, telling himself she’d think he’d lost it big time.
