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through to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Celia’s fridge is almost bare and I make a note that grocery shopping will be a priority for tomorrow. Searching the cupboards, I find some crackers and a tin of sardines, which will do for now. In fact, I’m so hungry that it tastes delicious. As I’m washing up my plate, I’m overtaken suddenly by an enormous yawn. I look at my watch: it’s still early, not even nine yet, but I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day. The fact that I woke this morning in my old room at home seems almost unbelievable.
    I decide I’ll turn in. Besides, I want to try that amazing-looking bed. How can a girl not feel better in a silver four-poster? It’s got to be impossible. I go back through to the sitting room to turn out the lights. My hand is on the switch when I notice that the man is back in his sitting room. Now the dark trousers he was wearing have been replaced by a towel tucked around his hips, and his hair is wet and slicked back. He’s standing right in the middle of the room near the window and he is looking directly into my flat. In fact, he is staring straight at me, a frown creasing his forehead, and I am staring right back. Our eyes are locked, though we are too far apart to read the nuances in one another’s gaze.
    Then, in a movement that is almost involuntary, my thumb presses down on the switch and the lamp obediently flashes off, plunging the room into darkness. He cannot see me any more, I realise, although his sitting room is still brightly lit for me, even more vivid than before now I’m watching from the dark. The man steps forward to the window, leans on the sill and looks out intently, trying to see what he can spy. I’m frozen, almost not breathing. I don’t why it seems so important that he doesn’t see me, but I can’t resist the impulse to remain hidden. He stares a few moments more, still frowning, and I look back, not moving but still able to admire the shape of his upper body and the way the well-shaped biceps swell as he leans forward on them.
    He gives up staring and turns back into the room. I seize my chance and slip out of the sitting room and into the hall, closing the door behind me. Now there are no windows, I cannot be seen. I release a long sigh.
    ‘What was all that about?’ I say out loud, and the sound of my voice comforts me. I laugh. ‘Okay, that’s enough of that. The guy is going to think I’m some kind of nutter if he sees me skulking about in the dark, playing statues whenever I think he can see me. Bed.’
    I remember De Havilland just in time, and open the sitting-room door again so that he can escape if he needs to. He has a closed litter box in the kitchen which he needs access to, so I make sure the kitchen door is also open. Going to turn out the hall light, I hesitate for a moment, and then leave it on.
    I know, it’s childish to believe that light drives the monsters away and keeps the burglars and killers at bay, but I’m alone in a strange place in a big city and I think that tonight, I will leave it on.
    In fact, even ensconced in the downy comfort of Celia’s bed and so sleepy I can hardly keep my eyes open, I can’t quite bring myself to turn out the bedside lamp. In the end, I sleep all night in its gentle glow, but I’m so tired that I don’t even notice.

Chapter Two
    ‘Hey, excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Lie Cester Square?’
    ‘Sorry?’ I say, confused, blinking in the strong, morning sunshine. Above me the sky is a clear blue with only the faintest suggestion of clouds in the distance.
    ‘Lie Cester Square,’ she repeats patiently. The woman’s accent is American, she’s wearing a sunhat and big dark glasses, in a touristy uniform of red polo shirt, loose trousers and trainers, with the obligatory small backpack, and she’s holding a guidebook. Her husband, dressed almost identically, is standing mutely behind her.
    ‘Lie Cester?’ I echo, puzzled. I’ve made my way from