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herds of camels roaming free. Until the desert turned to sea when climate change became worse. East Anglia Sands in the North Sea was once habitable land you know!”
“And the first SlenderWolf?” asks NutJob, “the one with a copper coloured eye and a blue eye?”
“That’s all we have time for now. I have things to do,” says Franklin. She gestures towards the clock on the far wall, “and you two should be at work!”
A little intoxicated by Franklin’s talk of wolves, NutJob spends the whole evening chatting about it whilst he and Faraday are assembling custom made alternators. By 21:00 Faraday is happy to show him out and say good night. Stepping through the door he waves good bye and says “must dash”, then gleefully turns for home.
As he joyfully bounces along the cobbled streets he scans every side street, and every doorway, imagining that there’s a wolf watching him.
NutJob soon reaches the crossroads where King Street becomes Broadland High Street. This is where Willowdene Road branches off to the south west, leading to the popular residential corner of Lancaster. If NutJob waits here, looking north west towards the River Lune and the Garrison, there’s a fifty fifty chance that KristalClear will be on her way home about now.
He sees her as she’s approaching Broadland Park High School. Eager to tell her what he’s learnt about Ulverston, he sets off down the hill as she’s walking up.
“Franklin explained,” he exclaims excitedly, “all about the name, and how the wolves came back, and everything!”
Their route home overlaps from here, but only for a few hundred metres. NutJob is trying to make the best use of the short time available, and is effectively dominating the chat.
“You’re very lively tonight,” she says, “did they put too much sugar in your tea?”
Slightly puzzled he says, “I don’t take sugar!”
Instinctively, KristalClear begins to reach out with her right hand intending to place it on NutJob’s left shoulder and
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