I almost fall over Art and Maz as I re-enter the club. They're plastered together with hardly breathing space between them. From over Maz's shoulder Art smiles at me, a self-satisfied smile. Why haven't I noticed that before? I smile back feeling almost carefree. He frowns, obviously confused, and for the first time I almost feel sorry for Maz. Our relationship is over; maybe it has been coming for some time. Yet it's taken these strange events to take the blinkers from my eyes.

I'm strangely calm in spite of what happened in the cellar. Was the kid for real or some kind of ghost? I felt his skinny body in my arms, flesh and blood, yet we seemed cocooned from the real world for a few short moments. Somehow the whole experience has opened my eyes in a different way. For the first time I sense a strange energy vibrating in the air, maybe the millennium hysteria is catching. I feel the pull of the new and the old. Something is about to be drawn together, something that began before I was born. I am filled with a sense of expectancy as I make my way to the office at the back of the club.