Felt so light on me feet, earlier, but now they're draggin' like lead, an' I feel a phantom sort o'ache in me 'ips. Wonder if it's cos I'm sad, or if it's a sign th'magic's beginnin' to wear off.

Find Faith, who's all swollen-lipped an' smilin', an' she chatters on t'me 'bout some 'ighwayman she found, but I'm not much in th' mood t'listen.

You alright, luvvie? Your knight, 'e di'n't 'urt you or nothin'? she thinks at last.

Nah, nothin' that. Opposite, in fact...

She takes in me face a bit, then squeezes me 'ard.

Time t'go, I s'pose.

I take 'er 'and, an' we walk out o'the 'ouse. Take one last look at th'glitterin' lights, then turn to th'dark.