Clara lies awake listening to the statue split the wind into footsteps and wondering whether anyone still sells Lettraset. She will look in the morning, there is bound to be somewhere she can buy hedges, little groups of people, office furniture, street furniture cars, stations, trains, commuters, she floats across the new road past the fences and workmen into the bright new station, saying hello to the letterset couple, the CGI commuters, nodding at real travellers, she buys a paper, sits down with a coffee and waits for the East Coast Main Line train from the south bringing her friend