Judas sat on the windowsill with the window open in his office. London was more alive than it had been for weeks; there was a tension in the air. The weather was becoming much more like Spring, and it felt like there was more hope everywhere. The people down below on the street were still avoiding eye contact with each other and closing out the world with bigger and bigger headphones. The cars were still legion, and the cycle couriers still swarmed around them like flies around a discarded burger with cheese.
The Black Museum was quiet. Sgt Lace had proved to be more than just a good policewoman and a staunch ally. She was happiest it seemed when she was getting to know the new world she had stepped into; everything interested her, and she spent more and more time with the Under Folk.
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