In bed that night Marc tried to sleep. Rolver, lying next to him, was already out for the count, the exhaustion having got to him. On his other side Crispin and Stella were also asleep. His bed was having to accommodate four rather than two as his star pupils had just been evicted from their flat and had absolutely nowhere else to go. He felt a little responsible as it was his own training, transmitted through others, which had informed their behaviour and they hadn't recognised his voice on the 'phone when he'd reported his missing dog. Why would they? They'd been told "not to dwell on voices or other distractions when taking calls". He'd turned the red dial; their world had ended... mustn't go through all that again. He stared up at the ceiling. What would he do now in this soulless, boring, depressing... EFFICIENT world?
Stella rolled over and woke up briefly.
"It was fun, wasn't it?" she smiled.
"Yes," sighed Marc. "It was fun."
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