JOHN SMITH

Don’t worry about me, there’s a rail strike, I’ll be fine, if a little stretched. Save her, the damsel from that wicked beast.

Oh. She’s talking to a fairy. That figures. But you know you can’t trust imaginary beings from another dimension or fiction for that matter. And you should be wary of men in top hats. Sometimes they’re bonkers. Especially with the glary eyes.

‘Shapely ankle,’ said the owl.