See, death is always pointless. And death is the only point. We all end up there sooner or later.

Course I’m scared. I’m always scared when we go somewhere we’ve not been before. It’s good to be scared. Keeps you alive.” – Ollie, The Enemy.

If you made it to the end of the day, then it was a good day. You didn’t think any further ahead than that. The future was a mystery.

You’re a trickster, Doctor, not a warrior.

Nasty things, you know, gods, they don’t much care for anyone other than themselves.

What did we know? This was early days. We had no idea what was out there. How dangerous it might be. It was just a school maths problem. They never asked that in the exams, did they? Like, “If John walks at three miles an hour from London to Brighton, and he’s attacked by rabid grown-ups four times, and they bite his right leg off, how long will it take him to bleed to death?

Yeah,’ said Blue quietly. ‘World peace and free Wi-Fi.

He was reminded of TV ads for plug-in air fresheners where some woman would stick the little plastic thing in a socket and animated fumes would waft out and everyone would lift their faces, close their eyes, breathe in deeply and go ‘Aaaaaah’. Like they were taking some kind of drug rather than inhaling chemicals.

Then maybe I’ll sneak into Buckingham Palace and slit his chicken throat one night.

My mum gave me a T-shirt with it on last Christmas.’ Ed smiled at the memory. ‘Wish I still had it. All I had to get stressed about before was GCSEs.’ ‘She didn’t give you a T-shirt that said Save Kitchen Scraps to Feed the Pigs, then?