I stood and turned to face the window. There he was. I was locked in a face to face stand off with the jellyfish that was trying to kill me. He had the slightest grin on his face, satisfied, but a little tired, from his efforts climbing in through the window. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little impressed. 'You are a slippery one Treadwell' he said sizing me up. 'How ironic' I answered 'when in actual fact you're the one that's slippery because you're a jellyfish and you live underwater'. If it was to come down to a battle of wits, I already had the upper hand. Welcome to The Treadwell Mysteries.
He drew his gun and fired. I moved sharply to my right and, despite my earlier reservations, seized all nine knives in my right hand and threw every one in his direction. The bullet went flashing over my left shoulder and into my bathroom wall. Each of the nine knives went passed him without him even moving a muscle. 'You have used all your weapons Treadwell, and unfortunately for you, you missed'. I returned his brashness with a double handed forearm of confidence. 'Did I?' I said. And just then the cracks began to appear in the two thousand jars of urine that were piled up against my bedroom wall. The sheer panic of what was about to happen overcame Darren and before he had any chance of escape there was an almighty explosion of glass and liquid and he was soaked through with my warm and pungent penile discharge. 'I'm melting' he screamed, 'I'm melting'. This went on for 18 minutes. Welcome to The Treadwell Mysteries.

I took the alternative me back to Simon. He was surprised to see us both alive and even more surprised that I was returning the knives. I hadn't mentioned that the were all covered in year old piss. 'Thank you Treadwell. You have done us a great service that the Fist will never forget. If there is anything we can ever do for you, please, do not hesitate to ask'. I smiled and thanked him. 'But seriously' he said, 'you need to say now because in a minute we are disappearing into an alternative dimension'. I was going to tell him not to worry but in the end I accepted £84 and a Pizza Express voucher. Then, without a goodbye, they both disappeared through the door. It had been a strange afternoon. But all things considered I had enough money to pay off my police fine and buy a sandwich. On my way to the police station though, I walked past a garden centre and spent all the money on seeds. Welcome to The Treadwell Mysteries.