"There are people in here, yeah," shouted Jemima, "you nutter!"
Her shouts were as nothing, however, to the roar of the crowd which had started again even more loudly. They all took out their mobiles and digital cameras and were snapping away at the wicker man blazing away with the people in the chamber two below Jemima's screaming as though it were the best thing they'd ever seen. Maybe it was the best thing they'd ever seen.
Jemima began coughing. The smoke was getting quite nasty.
"We need to get out of here," she said to the girl who'd accompanied her, "it's proper, proper dangerous."
The girl made no reply. She turned and gently removed the goat's head which had been obscuring the other girl's face.
"O... M... G...!" said Jemima. She'd recognise that face anywhere. It was the one she saw every day in the mirror.
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