Finding the hatch was relatively easy, but when he at last undressed and brushed his teeth, finding sleep proved to be more difficult. Eventually, he dropped off and dreamed of pale white shoulders and great whale-like spouts of steam that rose into the air like giant feathers. The alarm clock by the side of his bed had been chosen because its bark was twice as bad as its beeps. When it went off, it really went off, and Judas’ eyelids opened like a pair of cartoon window blinds. After he had showered and dressed and made an attempt at breakfast, he made sure that he had his warrant card, swipe cards to the Black Museum, and his silver coin. Then, he set off for Scotland Yard. As he walked to the bus stop, he scanned the skies, hoping not to see a pair of substantial jet-black wings; fortun
