You can remind yourself of how bad Chapter 3 was here.
People are not meant to live in walls. This is a fact well established ever since Hans Solo tried it in Star Wars. While it might seem like a cunning, space saving idea at the time, it will ultimately result in both your death and the wall losing the stability that would make it useful in the first place. Don't do it, kids. Alas, for poor Pablo and his buddies it had not been their idea to move into the wall, instead it had been that of a very small girl who had made her eyes go all flashy and zapped them in there. No-one knew how it happened; this is fiction and has absolutely no grounding in the real world.
Anyway, the police didn't care about the less than elaborate storytelling that had gone into this process thus far. All they wanted to know was who the hell this tiny daemon child was and, ideally, if they could arrest people who were now trapped in brick.
"This sure don't look like your average hit," Hank said. Remember the New York accent? It was still there. Maybe he was chewing on some gum, for effect. He'd spit that gum out later and not even care if it went in the bin because he was just that kind of guy. His officers were standing around him, staring at the same shocked looking faces as their Captain, none of them all that sure what to make of it.
"Are they still... alive?" one asked as he leaned in closer for a better view. Indeed they were still alive. He guessed this when he saw Mexican, and not at all racially insensitive, gangster Pablo blink. The policemen, or 'Policia' as I think they call them in South America from years spent playing incredibly violent car based video games, all jumped back aghast. Yeah that's right, aghast. All of them, that was, apart from Captain Hank. He'd seen more shocking things than this in his time, especially when 'the incident' happened. That was proper grim.
"What?" he started, "You ain't seen no living men trapped in a wall from a flashing light coming from a kid's eyes before?" The officers shook their heads. Rookies. "Ha, come on fellas, now we gots another task on our hands."
"What is it, capitano?"
"We gotta get these would be crooks outta there and into there," Hank replied, nodding towards the police van parked outside. Had the police been listening more intently they would have heard a unanimous gulp coming from the wall, but they weren't listening because who the hell expects walls to gulp? Crazy people, that's who, crazy people and those on the hunt for Borrowers.
THEY DON'T STEAL, THEY BORROW, OKAY?
There was only one thing for it. To the DIY store! One of the younger officers ran out to whatever the Mexican equivalent of B&Q was while the others got on with the business of figuring out who the little girl was and why she had magic powers.
"Hey, did anyone see where the little girl went?" Hank asked of the still lingering former hostages. He was bloody good at his job. They all shook their heads and shuffled their feet, which to Hank was a sure fire sign they were lying. If there was one thing he'd learnt while rising up the ranks in the force it was that you can never trust someone who shuffled their feet. He would have to interview each one individually to get the real answers here. He would have to put his serious police hat on (which, ironically, never looked that serious) and drill down to the core of the issue in a painstaking process that would look fantastic in a movie montage. He feared that would take a lot of time so he quickly gave up on the idea and pulled out his gun.
"Hey, I said did anyone see where that crazy little girl went?" he fired a shot up into the air. Oh God, the incident. The flashbacks were all flooding in now. The fear of the gun shot and of the crazy look in Captain Hank's eye caused one of the former hostages, let's call him Percy, to step forward.
"I saw," he said, trembling. He pointed out of the window of the bank towards a small primary school over the road.
"She's a school kid!" an officer exclaimed.
"Of course she's a bleedin' school kid, you moron," Hank barked. "You know how much trouble her parents would be in if she weren't goin' to school? How the hell did you get hired?"
Hank was angry. He might have even been a little bit drunk. One thing that was for sure was that they now knew where to look for the bright eyed girl and, more importantly, that this story will end tomorrow. After that, well, who knows where the future will take us. Not I; I haven't planned this in the slightest.
