“How long are we going to wait here, Mrs Taylor?”

“Be quiet, Sanjay.”

“I’m sorry, Prisha, my love. Only … I have a big delivery coming tomorrow for the warehouse. And I was hoping to get some sleep before then.”

Suzi, who was driving the van, had pulled over. They were in a layby, somewhere off the long motorway that winds from the city up to the north. Prisha was in the passenger seat. Sanjay and Norma and Colin were in the back.

Norma and Colin were sleeping on each other’s shoulders. Colin was dribbling a little.

“I don’t know, is the answer, Sanjay. I just have no idea where to start with finding them. This is a very long road and there are a lot of cars on it. And we don’t even know if this is the way they came.”

“How can you sleep, Sanjay,” said Prisha, turning round, “when you know our child is out there somewhere on the roads in … in …?”

“The Taylor TurboChaser.”

“The what?”

“The Taylor TurboChaser. That’s what they call it.”

“Yes,” said Suzi. “It is.”

“It is nice, at least, that Rahul named it after your family,” said Sanjay.

Suzi sighed, and half smiled. “Yes. Lovely thought. But right now I’d prefer just to know where it is.”

BLEEP! BLEEP! came a noise from the back.

“OH LORDY! HELP ME! SAVE ME! NOT THE DEMENTORS!”

“COLIN! IT’S OK! YOU WERE HAVING THAT NIGHTMARE AGAIN!”

BLEEP! BLEEP!

“Norma, I think it’s your mobile,” said Suzi.

“Oh. OK. You stupid banana, Colin.”

“I didn’t have my Patronus, Norma. It was sucking the life out of me!”

“Shh. Oh look.”

“What?” said Suzi.

“It’s a text from Janet.”

Sanjay, Prisha and Suzi looked round, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

“Oh,” said Colin. “What’s it say?”