Before Judas got a chance to answer, something unusual happened. The Museum whispered to him. Soft sounds hugged the walls and words slipped carefully and quietly into his mind. He sat up quickly. The sound of a foghorn in Jack’s time floated up from the Thames as the words flowed into Judas. He understood them immediately, and realised that the Museum was trying to help.
Judas cleared his throat and felt better.
“You get to go back 24 hours Jack; no more than that. The rules are the same as last time. The Museum lets you out and winds back the clock, and you get one of your victims back. Nothing new, no fresh victims. If you try and take a new one then the Museum comes to see you, and just so we’re all clear about this, it can do what it wants with you for 24 hours. Deal?”
Jack didn’t
