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"If you want me gone, I'll go," not-Tim said to the assemblage of fourteen clustered around the end ofthe corridor. "I'm sorry if my presence disturbs you or-" A pause. "Tommy, take off that tinfoil hat. Youlook like an idiot.""But then you'd be able to read my thoughts," Tommy pointed out."I can't read your thoughts."Tommy smiled in triumph. "See, it works!"Matt yanked the tinfoil hat off Tommy's head, chucked it to the ground, and refolded his arms."How do we get out of here?" Nelson asked."I don't know. They'll let me teleport out, but not the rest of you. I think that's the only way out of here.""And where is 'here', exactly?" Conor asked.Not-Tim shrugged. "They say it's an isolated bubble of hyperspace in an empty section of themultiverse."Neo was still sitting on the floor. He was the only one on the floor. It made him feel special. ...Well, notreally. He thought about standing up, but realised that doing so would probably just draw attention tohimself. So he stayed on the floor even though it didn't really make him feel special."So we're trapped in this building, and in an isolated bubble of hyperspace," Eddie Talbot said. "Okay-"A desperate weak thump sounded from the broom cupboard.They turned."...How long has Hamlet been in there?" not-Tim asked.After a brief but frantic search, Paul Sutton finally located the key hiding craftily in the lock in a brilliantexample of cleverness that keys are not usually known to possess. The doors were pulled open toreveal Hamlet slumped in the bottom of the broom cupboard, looking half-dead from hunger anddehydration."Someone get him water!" Alex shouted as he helped Paul divest the broom cupboard of its largestliving inhabitant. The requested liquid soon arrived courtesy of Ted, who somehow always ended upbeing the one doing errands like these. He passed the cup to not-Tim who passed it to Alex who beganthe arduous task of rehydrating the Prince of Denmark.Not-Tim pointed towards the locked door. "Do those guys have food and water?""Who cares?" Johnny muttered, crushing Tommy's fallen tinfoil hat just for the heck of it. "They killedpeople.""I care. I'm kind of responsible for their existence here, and it would be really nice if everyone stayedalive-""Yeah, they do," Alex supplied, handing the now-empty cup to Ted. "Should last them several days. Oi,Ted. Refill."Unnoticed by most of them, the stairwell door at the other corridor end opened and a newcomer in hisearly twenties walked cautiously out.Kip looked uncertainly at the small crowd at the other end. Recognition hit, multiple times. His breathcaught. He fell over in a faint.Neo looked dispassionately at the fallen Kip and decided that someone else could deal with him. Hedidn't intend to be getting off the floor any time soon. Sitting there didn't make him feel special, but itwas a lot more fun than standing up.**