Maurice scratches his neck. "Well that's a relief..." Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe this could become the new normal. Who wouldn't want to be whisked away from living out of his truck and biting late night Big Mart shoppers and given free food and board in fairy land.

He then remembers the fact that they might want to eat him instead.

Maurice pinches the bridge of his nose. He can feel the hangover stirring in the back of his head like a bear waking up from hibernation.

"Thanks for getting me up to speed."