The next morning, Mickey found herself hovering outside Hildegarde’s house once again, using the spare key to open her front door and cautiously enter.
“Hello?” she called out, remembering with a shiver the sound of breaking alss and heavy footseps from the day before. “Can you hear anything?” she whispered to Clarke and Rupert who were accompanying her.
Toto was having the best dream of her life (featuring an enormous pepperoni pizza, a bucket of cheesy pasta and, to finish, her furry face buried in a massive tiramisu), when she found herself rudely transported back to a cold London night.
CRASH, BANG and, while we’re at it, WALLOP doesn’t even come close to the terrible noise that disturbed the silence on the otherwise sleepy street. It was the kind of night where you and I would be tucked up in bed with an extra blanket and a hot-water bottle.