I'm on my back then, pinned by her hands and her hips, and her expression is one of astonishment - crossed with rage, I'd say. Oh, she moves fast, does Sarah Jane.

"I didn't tell you, because I didn't think it was important," I reply, still a bit startled by the sudden development of my current position. "Young Melissa Ackart is only twenty-three, Sarah," I continue. "She's looking for trouble, but she's probably looking everywhere for trouble. I'm sure she tried to look up everyone's kilt that night. Oh, and Sarah? Such language. The children might hear you. And you know Nessie and Luke are soaking every little tad of information like a sponge right now - whether spoken or thought."

I'm such a little shite.