"You're not from around here, are you?"
Sam turned to face the man who had spoken.
"No, I'm not. I'm really not."
"How did you get here?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"If there were stone angels involved, I might."
Sam stared at the man, not understanding a word of what he said.
"No, there weren't."
"Ah, but you look out for those angels. If you see one, don't blink ok?"
Sam was confused, was this man a manifestation of his own madness? Worse, if he was real, what on Earth was he talking about?
"Er, ok then. I'll be on the lookout for stone angels."
"Good idea. Billy Shipton."
The man held out his hand, as if to shake.
"Sam Tyler."