The breakfast table, 18th Nov.

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*Peter wakes early, still bouyed up by the election results and heads downstairs for a cup of tea and a yoghurt. His phone buzzes as the kettle boils. An update from The Machine.

Sipping his tea slowly, he scrolls through the results and nearly spills it everywhere when he reaches The Machine's conclusions, which have been carefully bolded so he can't possibly miss them. A quick enquiry confirms that the results have been double, triple and quadruple checked- there is no uncertainty.

Grinning, he types out a text message.*


Text from 07### ######

John,

your presence is required. ASAP.

-Peter


*He sips his tea again, considering how to procede. A little background music wouldn't go amiss.*

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*John sighs when he reads the reply.*

Uncle Peter will not be joining us for dinner.

*The rest of the family either look annoyed or sad.*

...I'll just go and get the take away menus.

*John goes to fetch the menus. When he's sure he's out of earshot, he calls Peter, not expecting to get through. As soon as it goes to voicemail, John hangs up. He tries again, and this time leaves a short apology and an invite to dinner the next night.*

*He then returns to kitchen with the take away menus, ready to order dinner.*

*Once they have eaten, John opens up a few news websites. One story in particular catches his eye.*

Text from 078## ######

Peter,

Congratulations on the new job.

-John

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*Peter considers not replying to maintain the illusion that he's genuinely gone to sleep. Still... it is rather gratifying.

...he'll reply in the morning.*