Who said I wanted I participate?! Sinister tried to scream but his voice was sucked into this throat. A rush of thoughts raced through his head as he kept on tumbling towards a certain death below. He was participating in the Deadly Drop. Why? He never asked for this! He wasn’t even given a choice!
Sinister panicked. Wildly flailing his arms he tried to find something to grab onto but there was nothing, except the post box still dropping next to him. For a lack of anything better to grab, Sinister took a hold onto the post box and hugged it like a long-lost friend. In the dark the post box seemed to smile most reassuringly. Then the post box seemed to slow in its descent. Unbelievingly Sinister also slowed and came to a bobbing halt in mid-air.
WE APOLOGISE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. GRAVITY HAS NOW BEEN REVERSED. THANK YOU FOR ATTEMPTING THE DEADLY DROP. HAVE A NICE DAY.
“Wait!” screamed Sinister. “I’m suspended in mid-air with nothing around me! Where am I to go now?”
If he was hoping for another note, he was wrong. The post box seemed to grin at him as if expecting something from Sinister. And then Sinister lost all control. He grabbed the post box by its “neck” and started wringing it purposively.
“Help…me…,” emerged from his clenched teeth. “Or…I…will…strangle…you…”
The post box kept on grinning or so it seemed to Sinister’s anguished mind. He increased his grip on the wooden surface but the post box did not yield. The inane grin seemed to mock him. With a hopeless shrug Sinister pushed the irritating post box into the darkness. And immediately plunged after it. They seemed to have an invisible link!