13 MONTAGUE STREET, LONDON

Time, we are led to believe will go on forever, its momentum continuous, its size immense. And yet – Time had a beginning, as it will have an end.

Time moves forward, but it can also move backwards, and sometimes it can break through into the present. It is then that Time can, at its most benign, play mischievous tricks, as it causes nothing more than a little harmless inconvenience. But in its more malevolent form, it can become incredibly destructive and dangerous.

So when Time made its presence felt in the house on Montague Street, a small child crying in her cot for a mother she would never see again, was the only witness to the sheer and absolute power that it wielded.