Meanwhile, in a dark, damp, dingy flat somewhere in London, a young, dark haired girl was slumped in an armchair. Her long, dark hair was tied back in plaits, something this girl very rarely did. She was subconsciously swaying form side to side to some very monotonous music on her iPod. She was holding an icelolly in one hand, and must have been doing so for a while as it appeared to have melted all down her hand. Her swaying in time to the music gradually increased in pace and became more violent as she threw herself out of her seat and began to dance in time to the music, dropping the mushy icelolly as she went.

Whilst the girl was dancing, she suddenly remembered something. She remembered dancing in a similar lunatic fashion with a man who was an awful lot older than her at a club. They'd been dancing around in circles like kids who'd had too many sweets whilst a small band played "In The Mood". The man had been kind enough as to also buy her a glass of lemonade after they'd finished dancing. And after she'd drank down the lemonade, without warning, the man had kissed her. The girl didn't know why, but that memory had been lingering in her mind since it happened. Maybe she'd fancied him. She sighed, and curled back up in her armchair.

"Howard Moon, stop dancing!"

Vince, Sophie, Naboo and Bollo were having a day clearing up in the flat. They were trying to find items that Naboo and Sophie could take to the Shaman Bring and Buy sale next week. But there was one major distraction – and that was Howard. The Glenn Miller record he'd bought about a month ago had arrived, and he'd been playing it non-stop and dancing through the flat like an idiot.

"Howard, I mean it! Stop dancing!" Vince yelled angrily, as Howard leapt past him.

"Nope!" laughed Howard, as he spun round on his heels and clicked his fingers in time to the music. Vince was furious now. He ran over to the record player and was just about to turn it off when the opening bars of "In The Mood" sounded throughout the flat. Howard's face went blank, then, without warning, he burst into tears.

"Howie, what's up?" asked Sophie.

"That…that song…" sobbed Howard.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"That's…that's the one I…I danced with that girl at the club to!"

Sophie's facial expression fell too.

"Oh," she said with a sigh. "Well, we were all discussing last night how we wanted to help you find your lost love, right guys?"

"Yep," said Naboo with a grin.

Vince didn't reply. Secretly, he didn't want Howard to have that girl. He loved him, and would feel awkwardly jealous if he got a girlfriend.

"You got a picture of this girl?" enquired Vince.

"Yes, I do, surprisingly," groaned Howard, and pulled out his mobile phone. "There."

Everyone crowded round Howard so they could see the picture of this mysterious stranger. There was a loud sigh from Vince, a nod from Bollo, and souts of "OH MY GOODNESS!" from Sophie and Naboo.

Howard looked at them. "You know her?" he asked.

"That we do!" they chirped in unison.

"Well…who is she? What's her name? Where does whe work?" Howard was so full of questions.

"Her name is Harriet…" said Sophie.

"She works in a newsagents…" Naboo butted in.

"And she plays the violin and horn!" shouted Sophie. "We sometimes play together, me with my saxophone, Harriet on her horn."

"You play the sax?" asked Howard with an enthusiastic tone.

"Yep," giggled Sophie.

"Oh, and that girl calls me the Cuddly Shaman, and she gives me cookies!" piped up Naboo.

Sophie glared at him. "You're MY cuddly shaman," she thought to herself.

Vince walked over and placed a hand on Howard's shoulder. He didn't brush it away like he usually did. He turned his head round to look at Vince, who smiled.

"Well, now that we have enough info about this girl," remarked Vince, "we can go and find her."

Howard smiled. "When?" he questioned.

"Maybe later, maybe tomorrow. I'm off shopping."

And with that, he was off out the door.