As the sun had appeared for the final time, many of the mole-people had re-emerged. Dougie thought he’d likely have done the same. Imagine not seeing this... But then again, perhaps it was just the noise that had drawn them back out of their tunnels and holes? First the noise of the generator, then the music. Some random bloke had appeared when he’d seen Nick and Gav struggling with the equipment. His name was Henry, apparently, and he’d been something to do with the team that set up the sound system for the aborted Paradise Square festival, but he hadn’t been able to get home before everything had gone to hell. Like Dougie, he too was glad of the distraction. He fixed the power, then showed Gav how to connect his phone to the mixing desk. Not everyone liked a lot of the stuff Gav had on h
