Sitting in a giant Perspex box full of rustic tables and chairs, the girls shovel forkfuls of food into their mouths and try to figure out a plan. This must be a slow time of day for this restaurant as there’s more staff than customers, and an unsettling-looking window cleaner is trying his best to polish the glass cage.
“Do you think he’ll leave the castle now?” Al asks, collecting more food with her cutlery.
Sonny shrugs. “Looks like we killed most of the guards there, and he’ll probably be expecting us to go back.”
“He’ll probably think he’s safer out in public.” They both nod at each other.
Al glances towards the window cleaner; his skull-like head disappears behind the soapy concoction, before he wipes it away with his dirty cloth. She stops eating and instead continues to stare q
