Wilkins had spread thickly with Marmite, which Johnny hated) he snuck away and took the Bakerloo straight back to the City. The Spirit of London wasn’t a happy ship. Apparently Clara had snuck out of sickbay to fold Louise and Rusty to Santorini and collapsed immediately afterward. Alf had brought her back and she was now lying on one of the beds. Her eyes were filled with oily black splotches and she was running a fever. She told Johnny it was nothing, that she felt completely fine and if Alf didn’t give her the all-clear soon she’d simply fold herself to her quarters—or anywhere else she wanted to go for that matter. When he dared to suggest that might not be such a good idea, his sister practically bit his head off, accusing him of always ganging up on her with “that annoying android” and never letting her make her own decisions about anything. Meanwhile, when Alf wasn’t fussing over Clara or telling her off in equal measure, the android was frantically zooming all over the ship, cleaning and polishing places that already looked spotless to Johnny, which was really annoying Sol.
