The Age Of Odin

while there's still a road to get back on. Just be careful, don't go fast, don't get fancy. Half an hour's shuteye, that's all I want, then we'll swap back over.'

Abortion snatched the keys from my hand and bounded over to the Astra.

Honestly, it was like being with a kid, not a grown man the wrong side of thirty.

Which reminded me.

As Abortion got the car in motion, I fished out my mobile. Shouldn't be calling Gen's but wanted to. Wanted to speak to Cody, just hear his voice, make contact before Abortion and I disappeared into whatever it was we were about to disappear into.

One bar of signal, flickering. I gave it a shot.

'Gid.'

'Gen. How you doing?'

'You're very faint.'

'Reception out here's being knackered by the snow, like everything else.'

'Out here? Where are you?'

'Fuck knows, frankly. Somewhere way north. Just passed a sign saying 'Beware — Wild Haggises Ahead.''

'You're travelling? Are you mad? Have you not heard the Met Office warnings? It's going to hit minus twenty in some parts tonight.'

'Since when have I ever paid attention to warnings?'

'Seriously, they're saying people could die out there.'

'It sounds like you almost care,' I shouldn't have said but did.

Gen's voice went rigid. I could imagine her eyebrows puckering, that way they did when she was annoyed. 'Would you like me to put Cody on?'

'Go on then.'

Some clattering, feet on stairs, Gen saying 'Your father,' and Cody groaning, which broke my heart.

'Yes?'

'Hey, boy. What's up?'

'Not much.'

'School today?'

'No.'

'Snow day.'

'Yeah.'

'Did you get outdoors? Make a snowman?'

'No.' Like: Why would I do something so lame? I'm twelve, you know.

'Sledging?'

'Stayed in with my Xbox. Roz bought me this awesome new game. Bushido Midnight. Roz's cool. She played it with me for hours. She's better at being a samurai but I kick her arse when I'm playing as a good vampire.'

'Don't swear.'

'What's that? Dad, I can hardly hear you.'

'I said don't… Never mind. It's great that you had a nice time with Roz. She's a good bloke.'

'Da-a-ad,' he sighed.

But I'd meant it as a compliment. Sort of. 'Anyway, look, Codes, you take — '

'Dad?'

'You take care, and — '

'Dad? You there?'

'And do your homework — '

'Mum, I think he's gone.'

'And — '

Nothing. Silence. Disconnected.

'And,' I said into the ether, 'tell your mum and that butch bitch girlfriend of hers to stop making me out to be some sort of idiot monster you should forget about. Just because I don't ever see you doesn't mean I don't love you. I'm still your dad, for fuck's sake.'

I slapped the phone shut. Slumped disconsolately into my seat.

'That's got to suck,' said Abortion, bent over the steering wheel. 'Your wife's turned into a rug muncher and your kid barely knows who you are. Bummer.'

'Abortion…'

'Just saying, bad enough you put Gen off men for life, but now you don't even get to visit the child you fathered with her and he's being brought up in a household of dykes, which is surely going to warp him for life. Can you imagine what it's like when the pair of them are on the blob? A normal household, the dad's there to balance things out and take the flak when it's rag week, but — '

'Abortion,' I growled, 'shut the fuck up.'

'Okay.'

'Just drive.'

'Okay.'

I folded my arms, leant my head against the side window, and closed my eyes. At least the Astra was chugging along all right now. We had plenty of petrol, and according to the directions Abortion had downloaded we weren't a million miles from our destination. I felt the vibration of the engine through the cold window glass. The muffled crunch of snow under our tyres was oddly soothing. One thing I knew how to do, one really useful trick I'd picked up in the army, was being able to nod off in any circumstances. In the belly of a roaring Chinook, in the back of a jolting troop transport, in a bivvy bag, basha or bedroll, on bare ground under starry skies, it didn't matter. I was never bothered by insomnia, never lay awake wishing I was asleep. I could just shut myself down like switching off a computer.

Blip.

Gone.

'Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!'

Abortion, almost screeching.

And then a tremendous bounce, a brief throat-filling sensation of weightlessness, followed by an immense thundering kerrrump that shook the entire car.

My eyes snapped open in time to see the landscape veering in the windscreen, then bands of white and black switching places, ground and sky pivoting over each other like tumbling clowns, and glass shattered, shards sprayed, and Abortion was pleading-screaming, and there was a series of awesome concussions as though the Astra were a drum someone kept beating, and then we were upside down, and there was snow coming in through holes, and I was aware of blood trickling from my brow up into my hairline, and white faded to black.

Two

Coming to was a case of admitting unpleasant truths, one by one.

First, I was freezing cold. Skin numb in places.

Second, I hurt. Pain spiking outward from several sources, mainly my chest.

Third, I was suspended from the seatbelt with my head angled against the underside of the car roof, neck cricked horribly, boxed in, unable to move.

Fourth, it was pitch dark.

Fifth, help wasn't coming. Because I must have been unconscious for several minutes, maybe as much as half an hour, and if help had been coming it would have got here by now.

We'd crashed. Come off the road. Rolled down a hillside. Fetched up in a snowdrift at the bottom. That much