Epilogue
Mike was speaking before they even walked through the door.
“Quiet! I said quiet, you noisy lot of ingrates!”
First day of the new school year, and of course the pupils were high as cocaine-snorting kites. The heatwave of a summer hadn’t helped matters any, and a fresh September was still blazing outside, even as the leaves were starting to turn brown. His pristine lab, freshly redecorated with a whole new set of jars showing off a variety of preserved species of bat, was about to be torn asunder by a great steaming herd of teenagers.
But Mike could finally sympathise with their toxic mix of dread and euphoria. After all, back to work. But he’d also not have to be here all year. Unlike this lot.
“Pick a seat, children, and sit in it! You’re picking a stool, not a university p
