I left the house in abyssal darkness and walked along a path of sea urchins and starfish, counting the number of dimly lighted windows as I did so. The monster and I met (both of us in disguise) and travelled together, one inside the other, to a small patch of a pretend land. In a multidimensional jump I then climbed out of a Douglas Dakota that had crashed into the centre of a Twenty Fifth Century rain forest. I met the forest king in his thylacine lair and we talked of time as if we had both lost its friendship; however on reflection it was probably only an acquaintance. The king and I said our elastic goodbyes and I came home as a deflection from an unknown force; letting myself into the Piltdown Man house to find June walking about on stilts and holding a marsupial elephant tooth.