Mr Hook's Big Black Box

«Modesty»

"Wow," Ferrari shook her head, "That description's even better than Dwayne's. Were you writing a book too?"

"It just kind of stuck with me," Marco shrugged, "The impression it made on me the first time I saw it. I know it's probably redundant, you all saw the thing enough times, but I felt like it's a part of the story. You can't tell the story past that point without saying how it looked."

"I just want to know how the crate got broken," now it was Dwayne's turn to sound serious and suspicious, "I just assumed you dropped it trying to get it out of the elevator. It can't have been leaning against the door, because the door was just open a floor and a half higher. Were you moving it around on your own for some reason? And why wasn't Monty in the lift?"

"I was trying to turn the crate round while I waited for the elevator to start moving again," Ferrari brushed off the question, "I said Monty should take the stairs because I knew there was a chance of an accident, moving something so heavy. And I thought she could use a minute or two of exercise, she looked like she was starting to space out. That could really be dangerous when we're carrying a heavy Box."

"Sorry," now it was Destinee's turn to look embarrassed, "I don't remember it, but I was probably trying to..." Kris silenced her with a hand around her shoulders, and her smile returned.

"You don't need to apologise," he reminded her, "And you don't need to worry about what might have happened in the times you don't remember. If something in the story jogs your memory, then let us know."

"Thanks."

"So, Ferrari," Dwayne turned to look at her, "You were turning the crate around?"