Reading University campus. Yew trees. The lake. We're in enemy territory. How did we end up here? Who parachuted us behind enemy lines? What's our mission? A suicide mission, it can only be that. And why did we volunteer?
This can only end badly, W. says, shaking his head. He's full of dread, he says. Saturated by it. We're in the wrong place, he says. At the wrong time. – 'Surely other people feel it. It can't just be us'.
Then we spot him in the foyer: the plenary speaker who W. feels is an ally. How did they get him here?, I wonder. – 'Just as they got us. Through flattery', W. says. But he actually has ideas. It's true: he doesn't belong here, we agree, hearing him speak. He needs to be rescued! So we resolve to smuggle him off campus to the pub. We need to kidnap him, for his own good!
And in the meantime? Be careful! There are enemies everywhere!
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