Oh God! She was gonna be sick! Practically hyperventilating, Faith edged her way to the back of the cheering crowd and behind a convenient bush. Cautiously, she peered through it as the cheering began to die down and people began to move off, her attention focussed on the redhead in the carriage.

She was evil. There was no other word for it. Faith had heard of demons that forced people to sing and dance. Oh God! If anyone found out that she had happily sung about True Love while dancing her reputation was so screwed! How had it happened? She'd just been minding her own business, stalking a succubae through the park, when that demon in a floating blue dress had tripped past, exclaiming something about a ball.

Before Faith had realised what was happening she'd found herself swept up in a trailing procession and whisked off to participate in what she fervently hoped would shortly become a repressed memory. The whirring of a small machine caught her sensitive ear and she looked up to see a CCTV camera tracking along Bethesda Terrace. There was footage?

Suddenly Faith had an entirely different priority. Andrew loved YouTube!