Vaasi-Vee and Manky stared, realising something was very wrong, and not just because he wore most of what used to be on them.
“Quickly,” he hissed, glancing back at the mess. “We’ve to get out of here!”
“What’s wrong? Where’s Manky’s food?”
“All over the place.”
Vaasi-Vee was already shepherding Manky from the cubicle. “What’s going on?” she asked. “And what is it with you and wearing meals of food?”
He ignored her and glanced back the way he’d come. “Hurry,” he said. “We haven’t much time!”
“What do you mean? Did you forget to pay?”
When he pushed them toward the front of the train, she refused, her eyes wider than the plates he wielded as realisation dawned.
“They’re not here, surely?” she whispered. “Those creatures: they’re not here on the train?”
“Vaasi-Vee, please. Just hurr
