Phillip was getting worried.

The escape was not going as planned. So far they had made it out of the loft and down the stairs, but now they were on the street the landscape didn't resemble anything Phillip had expected at all. He had studied the films so carefully and had been so proud of his plan.

He thought about Decca's dodgy arm, and listened to Trannie rustling in his box and wondered what on earth they were going to do next.