15 January, 2017

By and Illistraishens by Nancy White

Okay guys, finish this sentence: "I am a..."

These days when I start a sentence with "I am a..." it's followed by my profession. I am a speech pathologist.

I guess sometimes you might follow it with your nationality. I am an Australian.

Maybe other demographic information. I am a white, middle class, able-bodied, cis-woman.

Some people might fill in their hobby. I am a SCAdian, perhaps. I am a Lady in the SCA? I am a dancer. I am a reader. I am a footy player (I'm not, that one was just an example).

I am a writer.

Am I, though?

Let's think this one through. This year can have a pass because we're only 15 days in.

I'll come back to 2014, 2015 & 2016.

In 2013, I did my Honours year at UWA. My subject? Creative writing. I wrote a lot. And I also attended an intensive creative writing course in Edinburgh. Where I also wrote a lot. In 2013, when I said "I am a writer" it was so true.

In 2014, I wrote about 3 short stories. In 2015, I wrote 3 stories. In 2016... I wrote 3 short stories. And bear in mind, I spent 7 months unemployed so I definitely had the time to write more.

I am, no longer, a writer.

But for most of my life, I have been a writer. And so today I have a special treat for you. I have been on a hunt to find the oldest recorded piece of writing that I produced. This piece is out of an old notebook that has 101 Dalmatians on the front (from the 1996 live-action move). We estimate that I was between 7 and 9 years old when this story was written. I will reproduce it here in type for you but I will keep the spelling as it is written in this notebook (including editing, although I’ll mark my comments today with square brackets) and I will photograph the "illistraishens" for you. Enjoy!

Nancy

Once upon a time.

by and illistraishens by Nancy White.

for a girl who's [unreadable] years old and her name is [unreadable - possibly Eileen].

7 chapters

The "Cover Page" of the Story

chap 1. The Fairy Princess
By Nancy White

Once upon a time there lived a princess named Rosie. Rosie was beutiful. She had long yellow hair. She also had silk dresses and jewellery. One day Rosie saw the most tiny and handsome teeny weeny tiny biny boy with wings. The next day she saw him again. Then the day after that. She saw him almost every day. On her 16th birthday she was a fairy when she woke up. She cried with delight. It was wonderful. The thing was she did not have wings. She could dance and sing but could not fly.

I Can Only Assume This Is Meant to Be the Protagonist, Princess Rosie
chap 2 What Next!??!

Rosie was startled, at that instant the king came in and Rosie screamed.
King Quantas was angry at his daughter for screaming right write on the morning of her sixteenth birthday.

When Princess Rosie went into the garden to play with furry the palace cat, She shrunk to the size of furry. It scared Her.

chap 3 Growing Smaller!

Then smaller and smaller and smaller again she grew. Soon she was fairy sized. She still did not have wings.

Poor Rosie she was sad. Suddenly Rosie felt two bumps on her back. She knew it was her wings growing! Oh!, Oh!, Oh! she cried with delight.

Then She Rosie said “how did all this happen?” Then Next She Rosie he-ard a scary, wicked laugh!

chap. 4 A GOBLIN?

She then saw sour, ugly little men. Hundreds of them. At the back of the crowd she saw the little man. Rosie knew now, the little men were goblins.

Suddenly the goblins rushed at her. They captured Rosie and took her away.

chap. 5 The Dungeon

They put Rosie in a dungeon. The dungeon was damp and dirty. Rosie did not like it.

An evil servant gave her a cat and some fish. (wich was mouldy!) On her fitht day in the dungeon a little pixie said “tell me the answer to 2x11 and I will free you.” “The answer is 22” Rosie said. “Thank you my name’s Susan I’ll set you free now.” the pixie said. Susan freeded Rosie.

chap 6 !Free!

!Free! ♡
Susan exclimated exclaimed “I’m glad your free, and I’m glad your my friend but shoudn’t we be getting home”!!? ?!! Rosie scampered away withe x [withe has a cross next to it, rather than the strikethrough that most other errors have] with Susans address on a piece of paper.

chap 7 Rejoceing Regjocing

When Rosie got home her father held a party. It had been an exiting week. Susan often came to play.

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I Probably Wrote "good job" Myself

07 January, 2017

Summer Movie Reviews

Happy New Year, everyone!

I am someone who goes to the movies regularly but not too often; I’m an average movie-goer. I don’t go every week. I don’t see everything at the cinema. If it’s a Marvel film, I’m 100% there and if it’s DC then I’ll probably never see it. Movie version of a book I like? I’ll see it. Random comedy or action flick? Probably not.

This summer, however, I’ve found myself at the cinema staring unblinkingly at a screen a grand total of five times. That’s a lot of cinema. And weirdly, I enjoyed every single one and was actually quite impressed with some of them. So I thought I’d review them here. I’ll keep these reviews spoiler free and so they’ll be fairly light.

I’m deliberately not giving these films a star rating, but I will rank them in order of my favourite (#1) to my least favourite (#5) of the movies that I’ve seen this summer. They’re presented here for you in the order that I viewed them.


Viewed with: Adamo

Format: Regular cinema viewing

Ranking: #3

Honestly, me rating a Marvel film is a bit superfluous because I am guaranteed to love it. You could make the worst movie in the world, slap a Marvel logo on it, and I would be so blinded by my adoration for Marvel that I would still rate it 10/10. This particular Marvel film had to work a little harder to impress me because I’m not a huge fan of Benedict Cumberbatch, who plays Dr Stephen Strange (the titular Doctor Strange). But despite being wary of the lead actor, I still came out of this film feeling very pleased and with a new favourite movie in the Marvel MCU. Actually maybe The Avengers still takes that place. But Doctor Strange comes a close second.

It’s probably worth drawing attention to the controversy surrounding this film. Here’s an article http://variety.com/2016/film/news/asian-actors-whitewashing-doctor-strange-comic-book-films-1201910076/ basically, a character who was an Asian male in the comics is played by Tilda Swinton. Plus one for gender diversity, minus one for white-washing.

My biggest criticism with Doctor Strange has to do with Rachel McAdams, who plays Dr Christine Palmer. I really like her as an actress, I think she’s very talented. But I also think she’s a bit typecast as The Girlfriend Character (Who Doesn’t Do Anything Else Of Note Except Be The Girlfriend Character). And in Doctor Strange she’s a very successful Girlfriend Character. She does a bit of medical stuff – I said to Adamo while we were watching it “oh good, it’s secretly a medical drama!” – but she’s a reactive character only and although she performs some important duties to support the protagonist, I felt like any other character could have stepped into her shoes. There just wasn’t enough to her character. When I’m looking for a strong female character in the media, Rachel McAdams in Doctor Strange does not make my list.

Anyways, criticisms aside, this is a movie with a good blend of action and comedy, a protagonist who’s kind of a dick but in a loveable Tony Stark sort of way and some really cool magical powers and effects, although they do occasionally look a lot like Inception. Marvel fans have got to see it, but people who aren’t Marvel fanatics will probably also enjoy it.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3183660/?ref_=nv_sr_1)

Viewed with: Aimee

Format: Regular cinema viewing

Ranking #5

It was such a pleasure to take another walk through the Harry Potter universe. Everything was so familiar – the wands! The spells! An attractive British redhead! And yet this was a strange film to watch because for the first time I went to see a Harry Potter film without knowing the story. Of course I’ve read the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, but it’s just a textbook, not a storybook.

There’s controversy surrounding this film too and, as with Doctor Strange, it’s around the casting. Here’s an article that mentions the issue http://thenewdaily.com.au/entertainment/movies/2016/11/16/fantastic-beasts-and-where-to-find-them-review/ Personally I feel that this controversial casting decision could and should have been avoided. Depending on the direction that they want to go with the character in future films this actor may be a good choice from a technical acting perspective. But I think this controversy speaks to a larger issue in that a generation of fans were raised by the Harry Potter books & movies to support the little guy, end discrimination, fairness for all, stand up for the abused and punish the abuser (see: Umbridge’s centaur-related fate)  and now J K Rowling and the producers of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them have made a casting decision that goes against the worldview that Harry Potter and his adventures instilled in so many. Here’s an article (not the one I actually wanted to share, sadly) that sort of touches on this larger issue and is sort of about other things as well http://thebaffler.com/blog/harry-potter-laurie-penny

Okay so, Eddie Redmayne. Yes please. I thought he was great as Newt Scamander (the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, although in this film the book hasn’t been written yet) and I’ve been loving him in all the publicity for the film, especially when he stands up for Hufflepuffs. I’m a Ravenclaw myself but my sister Eileen has been a Hufflepuff since forever and Adamo is a Hufflepuff, so I can appreciate that Hufflepuffs are cool people. I’m glad they’re getting some mainstream appreciation.

And look, I adore Eddie Redmayne but ultimately he was not the stand-out actor in Fantastic Beasts. That honour goes to Colin Farrell who was incredible as the character Graves. What a brilliant performance, honestly. He was charming and creepy, and what’s not to love about the homoerotic tension in his scenes with the equally creepy Ezra Miller?

But we haven’t yet touched on my favourite thing about the film, and that is the magic. Cinema technology has come a long way since we first met Harry Potter on screen in 2001 (gee whiz, has it been that long?). The magic in Fantastic Beasts is what made the film interesting and beautiful to me. It’s not even the magic creatures that do it, although the Bowtruckle is cute, the platypus – sorry, the Niffler – is hilarious and the Erumpent makes for a comical scene. No, it’s the everyday magic and in particular the household magic. It’s Tina and Queenie using magic to change their clothes; because of course witches would be able to change their clothes using magic, what’s the point of being a witch if you still have to take a spare dress and shoes along and spend half an hour in the bathroom redoing your look? It’s making an apple strudel out of thin air. It’s the ironing doing itself. It’s real-life magic, the sort that we wanted to see Molly Weasley doing and instead we got animatronic pots & pans because that was the best they could do. I loved the magic.

I won’t say anything about the plot because I just don’t think I can do it without spoiling something. I think certain key elements were inadequately explained and that is why, despite being totally in awe of the magic and the look of this film, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them only ranks at #5 of the 5 films I’ve seen this summer. That said, go and see it. Take your friend who refuses to read Harry Potter or see those films; you can enjoy this movie without all that background information.


Viewed with: Adamo and also my parents, although we didn’t sit with them because the cinema was too full

Format: iMax 3D

Ranking: #1

Important background information: yes, I’ve seen all the Star Wars movies. I support a 4, 5, 6, 1, 2, 3 viewing order. And then I guess 7, which I thought was pretty good. But honestly, while I do enjoy the Star Wars movies, I’m not an actual fan of the series. I think R2D2 is annoying rather than cute, sorry.

But oh my god you guys, Rogue One was incredible. INCREDIBLE. Go and see it if you haven’t seen it already.

I’m so glad that we saw it in iMax 3D. It was big and loud and absolutely beautiful up on that screen. And the iMax 3D glasses are a better shape than the RealD 3D glasses, for wearing over my spectacles.

I don’t have any criticisms.

Diego Luna is beautiful, and also a very talented actor.

Felicity Jones was so so good and everything I could ever want out of a strong female protagonist.

I did not expect the ending.

Sassy robot was my favourite character.

Here’s an uplifting article about why representation is so important and how Diego Luna made a difference just by being super talented (and attractive) http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/news/rogue-one-star-wars-diego-luna-representation-mexican-cassian-andor-a7508921.html

Readers, go and see this movie. It is my number 1 favourite out of the movies that I have watched this summer and it is absolutely amazing.


Viewed with: Adamo

Format: Regular cinema viewing

Ranking: #4

Sorry Moana, it’s not that you weren’t good, it’s just that you weren’t as good as the other films that I saw this summer. It seems unkind to rank this film #4 because it was very good. And of course it was going to be good, because Disney is generally more hit than miss and this was no exception.

Firstly, the short. I love Disney shorts. This one is called Inner Workings and it was completely relatable and cute. Disney movies often make me cry and this one had me a bit damp-eyed before the main feature even started.

Here’s an article about mixed reactions from Pacific Islander peoples to this film http://vmagazine.com/article/mixed-responses-moana/ I think what’s great about it is that it is representation for a huge group of people, which is fantastic, but it’s more than just a princess who’s not white for once, it’s also about the representation of an entire culture. Some of the big criticisms I’ve read have been about Maui (voiced by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson) and about how it was unrealistic for Moana to be in line to be chief because women are not chiefs. So basically, it’s not perfect, but perhaps it’s a step in the right direction for mainstream representation of a culture that’s not white & blonde (oh hi, Elsa, Rapunzel, Cinderella, Aurora, Eilonwy, Alice, Odette – I think that’s most of the blondes).

I like musicals. I like singing. I love singing along to musicals, like when I’m driving or playing computer games or literally whenever I hear a song from a musical. So I tend to be more of a fan of toe-tapping, catchy, sing-along numbers. I came out of Moana a little disappointed in the music. Not that it wasn’t great, it was. The music was fantastic and it was a really different sound from anything else that we’ve heard in a Disney film before. But I didn’t come out of the film singing anything. Nothing in this film ear-wormed me. And then… a few days later I found myself singing “You’re Welcome”, which is the big song sung by Maui. Here it is if you want to listen https://youtu.be/79DijItQXMM Moana features music by Lin-Manuel Miranda. If you’re not familiar with this guy, look up his musical Hamilton, which won every Tony award ever. He’s fairly talented.

The animation was beautiful and I think that was the main thing that had us walking out of the cinema saying “that was great!” because it was a beautiful movie to look at. It was bright and colourful and the water was well animated. Water done wrong is really obnoxious to watch. Actually the water as a character was a bit obnoxious but that’s not the point I guess.

All in all, it’s worth a watch. I’m sure kids will love it. It made me cry quite a lot, but Disney movies tend to do that.


Viewed with: Adamo and my parents

Format: Moonlight Cinema in King’s Park

Ranking: #2

And it was a close one with Rogue One, this was a great film that nearly took my #1 spot out of these 5 movies.

You guys. The protagonist of this story is a linguist and she literally saves the world using her linguistics powers. I mean linguistics knowledge. She’s awesome.

The co-protagonist is a physicist and he’s bloody useless. Sorry physicists, I feel like you were let down a little by this movie. I mean, he’s a nice guy. Nice to look at (hellooooo Jeremy Renner). But he doesn’t actually do much physics-ing.

Amy Adams gives a great performance as linguist Louise Banks.

This is an alien movie and I think aliens are something that movies do really badly all the time. They give us bad aliens. I thought that the aliens in this film were good aliens. I won’t tell you details because I don’t want to spoil it. The big reveal of the aliens is an excellent scene. Tension is built well and the reveal has gravitas. These are not silly aliens and they are not badly done aliens. They are really good aliens.

Linguist as a protagonist? Sign me up! The movie never asks its protagonist to justify the importance of linguistics. When we meet Ian Donnelly (the physicist played by Jeremy Renner) he basically argues that science is more important to civilisation than language is. He’s wrong, of course. But I can see why STEM types would agree with him. Linguistics is a “social science” or a “light” science; you can take it as part of an Arts degree (like I did). People often take linguistics alongside English literature (and obviously a study of literature and art and culture is totally unnecessary to society…) So it makes perfect sense that the physicist in the movie would, at least at first, brush aside linguistics as a secondary field, something less important than physics. Relevant XKCD http://xkcd.com/435/ (interestingly, linguistics doesn’t appear in this comic panel, but I would argue that although it is closely related to sociology it actually falls in between biology and psychology, because an understanding of neurobiology and the biology of the larynx, mouth, etc. is a necessary part of the study of linguistics, and both sociolinguistics and psycholinguistics are their own thing). Anyway, the point is that in this film it quickly becomes apparent that linguistics far outranks physics simply because you can’t do science unless you have a way to communicate about the science. Louise Banks has to justify particular choices she makes, but she never has to justify the relevance or necessity of her field, and I think that’s amazing.

This is a really difficult movie to talk about without spoiling something. Adamo picked up on what was happening earlier than I did. For me, the ending, the revelation, the twist, the explanation, whatever you want to call it, was a complete surprise.

Arrival is science fiction. And it’s real science fiction. It’s not space opera like Star Wars (and let’s face it, space opera is a subgenre of fantasy, not scifi). It’s not fantasy with aliens. It’s not fantasy on a spaceship. It’s proper, hardcore science fiction. It takes knowledge that we have now and it applies it to aliens, which lets you bend the rules just a little, extends the knowledge a little further than our current understanding, and delivers as a fiction that is entirely plausible. That’s true, hardcore sci-fi. And that’s how I like my sci-fi.

Usually I like movies that are fun. I went to see Moana, Fantastic Beasts, Doctor Strange. These are all fun movies. Rogue One was fun too, with a few comedic elements thrown in there to balance out the action and serious drama. Arrival wasn’t fun. It wasn’t very funny. But it was deeply enjoyable.

Maybe I was biased towards liking this movie. Because I’m a linguist. But I think people who aren’t linguists will appreciate the film too, and so I urge you to go and see this one.

Now let me summarise these films for you in the order that I ranked them:
#1 Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, a beautiful, fantastic addition to the Star Wars universe that you should definitely go and see.
#2 Arrival, hardcore sci-fi with a linguist as the protagonist, utterly brilliant.
#3 Doctor Strange, a magical, Marvel adventure.
#4 Moana, a Disney princess film featuring a Pacific Islander princess.
#5 Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, a magical movie based on a textbook set in the Harry Potter universe.

BAM reviewed.

Have you seen these films? Do you plan to see them? What’s your take on them? Which was your favourite? How often do you attend the cinema? Am I procrastinating my chores and sewing today? Let me know your thoughts.


Nancy

08 December, 2016

Rotation

Hi everyone,

I haven't been writing much lately. But I wrote this one thing earlier in the year and maybe you'll enjoy reading it.

Nancy

Rotation

The first time, I am nearly three years old. My father’s rough palms swamp my tiny, chubby hands. He holds me tight because he loves me; to my father, I am the most precious and beautiful girl in the whole world. He stands on tall legs, as solid as a tree, and lifts me with strong arms. He begins to turn. My legs fly out. The ground beneath me blurs green before my eyes. The sky above me blurs blue and white, the clouds spinning into one circular streak. The trees, the shrubs, the flowers and our house whirl around until it feels like I am enclosed in a sphere of blurring colours. I squeal in excitement and my father laughs back at me. He is the only thing in focus as we spin around and around together.

The second time, I am eight years and sixteen days old. My hair is high on my head. My leotard is pink. My stockings are pink. My shoes are pink and tied up my pink ankles with fraying pink ribbons. My tutu is a pink meringue of pink tulle; it is an eyesore. I hold my body tight, my feet in fourth position and my arms out straight. I focus my eyes on the speaker that is mounted right in the centre of the full wall of mirrors. Plié: my knees bend deep. And like a cat pouncing I spring up into retiré, fix my arms in first and begin to pirouette. I lock my eyes onto the black speaker above the mirrors. My neck cranes to keep my gaze fixed on that spot while my body turns. At the last possible moment, whip, my head flicks around so that my neck doesn’t snap in two. My eyes remain focussed on that one spot as I spin around and around.

The third time, I am thirteen. It is a bright sunny day and my best friend and I have walked to the park without parental supervision, with a promise to mum to be back before the sun goes down. Our shoes sit in a jumble on the grass. We sit on the swings and talk about which boy in our class is the cutest. I hold on tightly to the chains on the swing and begin to walk my feet around in a circle. My toes grip into the white sand with every step I take. Metal grinds on metal as the chains of the swing twist together. Slowly, I walk around and wind the chains up. My best friend tells me that she’s going to ask the boy she likes to dance at the school disco. I can’t imagine ever dancing with a boy at a disco; boys are nothing more than academic competition. The question is asked: who do I have a crush on? Instead of answering, I push off the warm sand with one foot and curl my body inwards. The chains of the swing begin to untwist. The spin starts slowly at first and builds in momentum. I close my eyes and feel the air rushing around me. It’s like I’m caught in a twister. The metal chains of the swing mark my hands as I spin around and around.

The fourth time, I am twenty. I am drunk in a crowd of drunken people. One hand holds a bottle and the other hand holds a hand that, I realise as I look with slow eyes, belongs to a girl who maybe wasn’t my best friend before tonight but definitely is my best friend now. We burst out the doors of the hall into the frosty night air, where other drunken people huddle like penguins around wrought iron braziers. Smoke tickles my nostrils. We cackle like kookaburras, stumble together towards the light of a fire, and suddenly we are kissing. She tastes like apple cider and her lips are softer than the lips of boys I’ve kissed. We break apart and she grabs my hand and tugs until I follow, tripping, regaining balance, and we run together past the light of the fires and on to the dewy grass. She calls out, “twirl with me” and suddenly my slow eyes don’t see her but instead see a blur of fabric and hair. So I join her, arms stretched wide, holding tightly to the chilly glass bottle in my hand. The world is fuzzy and rotating. My eyes are unfocussed. Our skirts fly out as we spin around and around, laughing uncontrollably.

This time, I am twenty-five. I have never looked more beautiful in my whole life. The people in this room are the people who love me the most in the whole world. Music starts playing, fast and light and loud. It fills the whole room and my heartbeat falls into a matching rhythm. My husband comes to me, takes me in his arms, and holds me tight because he loves me. He takes the lead and pushes me into the first step of the dance. My wedding dress swishes out as we begin to rotate. The wooden floor beneath us blurs before my eyes. The ceiling above us glows, the lights blurring into one circular streak against the darkness above. The walls, the lights and the people who love us whirl around until it feels like we are enclosed in a sphere of blurring colours. I tip my head back in a breathless laugh and my husband laughs with me. He is the only thing in focus as we spin around and around together.

11 November, 2015

Fifteen Minutes

Hi everyone!

I'm blogging on my lunch break.

I wrote this last semester when I was still tutoring. The goal was to write an action-packed narrative.

I polished it up just recently, so here it is.

Nancy

Fifteen Minutes

15:00.
*click*
            I drew a sharp breath in as I heard the sound.
            *beep beep beep*
            The timer began to count down, one beep per second.
14:59.
14:58.
14:57.
Fifteen minutes. I opened my bag and shoved the diamond in, nestling it safely between the layers of fabric that I’d stuffed in there as preparation. I’d been prepared to steal the diamond. Jack had been prepared for me to steal it too.
            “Dammit, Jack,” I cursed.
            Because what a choice I was now facing. There was a time bomb counting down before my eyes. I could leave now, that was the easy option. I could take the diamond and high tail it out of the museum and be on a train heading away before the bomb even blew.
14:26.
            But the museum would be destroyed. The museum was full of priceless artefacts. And sure, I was in here to steal a diamond, but that didn’t mean that I wanted to see the place blown to rubble. There was jewellery here that was centuries old. Art from all over the world. Statues made of delicate marble that would not survive a huge blast. So, how would I save it? I could disarm the bomb.
13:56.
            I knew Jack’s style, his mark, his handiwork. I knew I could do it. But one wrong move and both the museum and I would be toast. The other option was to take more artefacts. I had time to gather more things. I could shove them in my bag with the diamond and still make it to safety. I took a second to imagine how good life could be if I stole more of the jewellery out of this room, if I stole a painting off the wall. I could be rich! But the diamond cabinet had been enough of a challenge, and my research told me that the security on every case was different. And Jack could have planted more bombs than just this one.
13:41.
            “Dammit, Jack,” I cursed, again.
            *beep beep beep*
            The timer on the bomb seemed to be mocking me. Three choices. None were good. But one was better.
12:52.
            I dropped to my knees in front of the plinth that had held the diamond. The red numbers kept counting down as I took my bag off my shoulder and pulled out my tool kit. I couldn’t let the museum blow up. I had come in here as a villain and suddenly I found myself playing the role of the hero. I unscrewed the screen that was counting down numbers at me. Four screws. One two three four.
            *beep beep beep beep*
            12:00.
            I lifted the screen slowly from the bomb, taking care not to disturb the wiring too much. There could have been another, smaller bomb rigged to blow. But no, there wasn’t. Of course not. Jack was a straightforward sort of guy. No secret bombs. No games.
            “If you go after that diamond, you’ll regret it,” he’d said to me.
            “Dammit, Jack,” I had replied at the time.
            But he had been right. I was already regretting it.
            11:44.
            I followed the wires with keen eyes. My silver tools glinted in the moonlight.
            *beep beep*
            *snip*
            A safe wire to cut. The beeping stopped.
            11:03.
            The numbers continued to tick down. Jack had packed extra wires into this bomb, making it harder to follow each lead to its conclusion.
            10:30.
            I found the wires that connected to the screen. I could switch off the countdown with one snip.
            I remembered Jack saying, “just because the clock stops at one doesn’t mean the bomb should.”
            9:20.
            I didn’t cut off the power to the screen. The numbers kept ticking down and I kept following wires. It helped that I knew Jack. I couldn’t have dismantled a stranger’s bomb. When I found the right wire, I was confident that a quick snip would be the end of it. Like I said, Jack was a straightforward sort of guy.
            *snip*
            *screech screech screech*
            “Dammit, Jack!”
            Bomb disarmed. Museum security system tripped. Classic Jack, a twist at the end. Perhaps I had been remiss when I called him straightforward. The numbers kept counting down.
            8:00.
            I packed up my tools, slung my bag back over my shoulder and leapt to my feet.
            7:48.
            I began to climb the rope. I’d been so careful coming into the museum. The rope through the skylight had worked a treat. I climbed the rope until I could grab the edge.
            6:11.
            I hoisted myself up through the skylight. A black-gloved hang caught my black-clothed arm and pulled me safely onto the roof.
            “I’m not letting you get away with that diamond,” said the figure in black. He settled into a fighting stance.
            “Dammit, Jack,” I said.
            5:37.
            I blocked Jack’s first punch and lashed out with a kick.
            *biff bam pow*
            *duck dodge hit*
            4:12.
            Jack caught my wrists and pulled me in close.
            “Security will be here any second,” he whispered.
            I brought my knee up, hard and fast, and hit him where it hurt. He cried out in pain and let go of my wrists. While he dropped to his knees, I turned and grabbed my rope out of the open skylight. Even with Jack in hot pursuit, the last thing I needed was for the police to get a hold of me via that rope. I shoved it in my bag with the diamond as I ran to the fire escape.
            2:59.
            *clang clang clang*
            My footsteps rang out loudly as I climbed down the ladder. As my shoes hit solid ground, I heard Jack leap onto the ladder and start his descent down the side of the museum. But I was already off at a run.
            1:00.
            I sprinted down the street, one hand touching my bag to make sure that it was safe and that I wouldn’t lose my precious contents. I turned left and kept running. My breath came heavily.
            0:30.
            I ducked into the train station and leapt over the turnstile. The security guard didn’t even bother standing up to yell at me; it was too late for any of that nonsense. A train was pulling into the station. Its doors slid open, welcoming me.
            0:15.
            “Stop!” Jack leapt the turnstile, coming after me.
            The doors to the train slid shut.
            “Dammit!” cursed Jack, bashing his fists on the window.
            I sat down on a brightly patterned seat and watched Jack yelling at me, shaking his fist at me, as the train pulled out of the station.
            Back at the museum, security entered the jewellery room to find a cabinet missing its diamond, a defused bomb and a digital clock that had stopped its countdown.
            0:00.