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you, man, you are sounding like a right twat.’
    ‘Centrally planned and rigidly imposed labour initiatives rarely produce either efficient results or a relaxed and contented workforce. Look at the Soviet Union, look at the London Underground.’
    ‘Woggle,’ Layla was now sounding slightly shrill, ‘there are ten of us here and all I’m saying is that in order that the house stays nice it would be a good idea to rotate the housework.’
    ‘What you are saying, sweet lady,’ Woggle replied in his irritating nasal tone, ‘is that a person can only be trusted to act responsibly if he or she is ordered to do so.’
    ‘I am so going to hate you,’ said Jazz, speaking for the group.
    ‘In the greater scheme of things,’ Woggle said, ‘within the positive and the negative energy of creation, hate is merely the other half of love, for every season has its time. Therefore in terms of the universe as a whole, actually, you love me.’
    ‘I fucking don’t,’ said Jazz.
    ‘Yes, you do,’ said Woggle.
    ‘I fucking don’t!’ said Jazz.
    ‘You do,’ said Woggle. Woggle never gave up.

DAY FIVE. 9.00 a.m.
    D ervla pushed the bar of soap up under her T-shirt and washed her armpits. She was just beginning to get used to showering in her underwear; it had felt very uncomfortable on the first morning and rather silly, like being on a school trip and insisting on undressing under the covers. The alternative, however, meant exposing her naked body full frontal to the viewing millions, and Dervla had absolutely no intention of doing that. She had watched enough reality TV to know what the producers liked most and took great care as she lathered under her arms. It would be extremely easy to inadvertently pull up her vest and expose her breasts and she knew that behind the two-way mirrors in the shower cubicle wall a live cameraman was watching, waiting for her to do just that. One flash would be all that was required and her tits would be hanging around somewhere on the Internet till the end of time. Having showered, Dervla went to brush her teeth, and it was while doing this that she noticed the letters on the mirror. For a moment she thought that they had been left in the condensation by the previous occupant of the shower room, but when more appeared she realized with a thrill that they were being written from the other side of the mirror. Although Dervla had been incarcerated for only four days, already she had begun to feel as if she and her fellow inmates were the only people left on earth. That their little sealed bubble was all that was left in the world. It was quite a shock to be reminded that it wasn’t. That outside, beyond the mirror, just inches away but in another world, someone was trying to talk to her.
    ‘Shhhhhr.’ That was the first word that had appeared. Written as Dervla watched, letter by letter appearing through the steam and condensation, right near the bottom of the mirror, just above the basin taps.
    ‘Don’t stare,’ came next, and Dervla realized that she was standing bug-eyed, still holding her toothbrush in her mouth, looking at the letters. Quickly she readjusted her gaze, looking at her own reflection as toothbrushers are wont to do. After a moment she allowed her eyes to flick down again.
    ‘I like you,’ said the words.
    ‘J can help you. Bye now.’ There was a pause and then the anonymous communicator’s final letters.
    ‘XXX.’ Dervla finished brushing her teeth quickly, wrapped a towel around her, took off her wet knickers and vest, dressed as fast as she could and went outside to sit in the vegetable garden. She needed to think. She could not decide whether she was angry or excited about this un-sought-for development. On balance she reckoned that she was both. Angry because this man (she felt certain it was a man) had clearly singled her out for his special attention. He had been watching her and now he wanted to use the power he had over her to intrude on her space. That