He never took Mum's ring off, always on its cord 'round his neck.

He was his mother's son.

The lesson had been dinned into his head since he could understand English:

Never take off that ring. Bad things will happen.

And he never had.

Until two nights ago, when the cord snapped whilst they were chasing dinosaurs.

Stephen brought today's paper, showing the team.

A body had been found in New Forest, ravaged and mangled by what looked like a giant dog.

Bugger. He had to find his ring.

He was his mother's son, after all.