It was a long way down, from their home to the base of its support tower, but that was how they liked it.  They had built solidly, and were as content as they could possibly be, or at least they had been for as long as they could remember.  Perhaps they knew it would all change one day, but still it came as a shock.

Their usually peaceful seclusion had been shockingly interrupted by such a dramatic change that it could only mean one thing, and it was anything but good. The normally gloomy outside world had become far too bright and noisy, and they had appeared.

They had provided him with this home once, but he knew how fickle they were.

She looked up in annoyance as his heavy footed approach practically had the floor bouncing beneath her, but the manner of his movements held the rebuke she wanted to hand out firmly in check.

“What’s wrong?”  She asked, alarmed because his expression gave rise for concern.

“It’s over.”  He said, menacingly.  “We always knew it would happen, but we got complacent.  Now we have to move fast.”

“You mean those great lumps out there are finally coming to take back our home?”  She cried, suddenly fearful.

She brushed past him, heading for the dusty glass, through which she could see them talking animatedly, and their telling glances in the direction of her home filled her with terror as one of them purposefully strode in her direction.

He felt him tugging at her urgently, his words grim and final.

“We have to get out now.  You know how impulsive they are and they’ll destroy everything without a second thought, including us.”

She could only agree.  There was no time to waste, and still she couldn’t help the feelings of remorse about the home they had so lovingly put together.

“It’s so unfair!”  She sobbed. “How many generations have we seen come and go here?  Little ones raised to maturity and sent out into the world to make their own way.  It was always such a perfect place to live.”

“I know.” Came the reassuring and sympathetic reply. “But we have to get out while the going’s good.  They’re getting closer.”

The figures on the other side of the glass grew larger by the second, so the frightened pair rushed to the back door. Time to look for a new place to live, but none for regrets.  They vaguely heard the raised voices as they exited, at speed.

“Three years since we put this away, or even came into this room.  Can you believe it’s taken so long, darling?”  Gushed the newly expectant father as he reached into the cabinet for the bottle of Champagne he’d started to believe would never need using.

“UGH!  The top of this bottle is covered in cobwebs!  Just goes to show how long we’ve waited, but opening night’s finally arrived.” He chortled, as he pushed the cork from the bottle. The unknowingly selfish celebration was finally underway.