Prologue


"This is madness. We should tell the police."

"Tell the police what? That children are dying our care? Because of 'aliens'?"

"Yes! It's not the same as it was a few years ago, they'll..."

"That's the end of it. Now, go do the interviews."

-

"So, what made you pick this one?" Miranda pointed a painted nail at a man in a tweed jacket, who playing with biscuits on a tray, which was on a table surrounded my chairs in the staff room.

The Head of Physics sighed.

"His knowledge is exemplary and he has a brilliant CV. All geniuses are mad, Mirry, you know that. And usually, they hate kids, and this one doesn't- I'm having him before Eton digs him up."

"Whatever you say, Stanley."

"Memo to self. Buy Jammie Dodgers..."