Fireman Sam

Added Fireman Sam to Children's Television: The Re-Imagining...

... He sat in the only remaining chair in the room, averting his eyes as Bella's body was removed from the scene. Tearing his breathing apparatus from his face, he threw it to the floor, sending a plume of ash into the already choking atmosphere. He slumped forward in his seat, and buried his face deep in his hands, forcing back the tears. Miraculously, the grandfather clock still stood in the corner, a little worse for wear, scorched at the edges, but the pendulum swung disapprovingly at him, a wagging finger at his conscience. The constant tick tock tick tock tick tock why why why why won't it stop... The clock's face provided no answers, staring back at him sternly and unflinching. Yet another incident in Pontypandy with a tragic outcome, and he was in no doubt as to who did it. It was him. It was always him. The Price boy. The clock tick-tocked tick-tocked the fact back at him, that he had ample chance to stop him. Every time, he got away with it, like he had signed some Faustian pact under Satan's very letterhead. This was Sam's fault as much as Norman's. No more, he told himself. This ends here. Rising to his feet with renewed determination, he made his way to Jupiter, faithful old Jupiter. Its engine was, indeed, remarkably clean, he thought. Everyone told him so, but he'd never taken the time to appreciate it. He digressed; time to admire that later. Reaching for the sharpest looking fire axe, he tested it against his finger. It drew blood immediately. A smile spread across his face like a raging inferno, and he wrote the word 'revenge' in his own blood across Bella's broken door. Time to clear his conscience, once and for all, stop the mocking of the constant tick-tocking that reverberated its nagging, tutting opinion around his skull. Norman Price's deal with the Devil would soon be null and void.

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