[The small face peers, scowling, out of the half-darkness behind the altar in the chapel of Residential 2. The stained glass in the windows throws twisted colourful shapes on Kesara's face. She looks angry. She is angry.]

I know I've not been dreaming all those weeks, so what the deuce-an'-all is going on here?

[She doesn't look weeks changed, from what little of her can be seen. Her hair is the same length, and just as messy. But there is a hardness in her eyes. She had been preparing to go to war, for the second time in as many days.]

Who of you lot is still alive?