It was as if humans still possessed a race memory that insisted you were doing it all wrong. The sun isn’t up, so why are you? The clock on his oven said it was half past four. A ridiculous, unhelpful time that he tried to ignore by putting on some coffee. August would pick him up in forty-five minutes, by which time he would be doing his level best to at least feign consciousness. While the kettle boiled, Toby showered and tried to stop thinking about the business with Tamar the day before. The thought of it had kept him awake and returned the minute his eyes had opened. He’d told Shining about it, of course – waiting until after April had left, he couldn’t quite bring himself to discuss it in front of her. As before, when he had passed on previous meetings with the enigmatic presence that so liked to hop between hosts, his superior did his best to brush the matter away. ‘Think of it as an enemy agent,’ he had said in the end, ‘from a foreign power that is more foreign than most.
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