Kendra pulls into Mack the Man’s house.

‘Thanks for coming today,’ she says. ‘I couldn’t have done it without you. I’d stay for a cup of tea, but I’ve got to keep moving.’

‘The fairies?’ Mack asks sceptically.

Kendra laughs. ‘That’s what Mr Quilter said.’

Mack the Man gets out of the car then leans back in. ‘See ya, Kendra. Good luck with Snider.’

Mack means well but his words are hollow. It was obvious Snider had no good intentions as far as Kendra was concerned.

‘Thanks, Mack. I appreciate it.’

Mack’s wife, Nancy, appears at the door and waves. ‘Mack, you have a phone call,’ she says, holding the phone in the air. ‘Someone wants to use our airstrip.’

Kendra waves goodbye and drives towards the school.

In the pitch black of the old garden shed, Tom drops his Swiss Army knife for the third time. Blindly, he feels around the door hinge. He rubs the rusty grit between his thumb and fingers. It’s fiddly work, but the nut has finally come loose. He unscrews it with his fingers and lets it fall to the ground. He finds his Swiss Army knife in the dirt, picks it up and starts working on the next one.